#euphemistiic

                    “ you look to be a bit far from home, ”

          ⊰ ‘♕’ ⊱ ╾ “You say that as if I’m supposed to know who you are. Are you of importance?”

          The question was rhetorical, presented with a look of sheer annoyance that tugged her full lips into a frown and had her arms crossing testily over her chest. She peered down at him, the spiked heel of her shoe tapping methodically as she inwardly debated on what to do with him. Skulking about behind her like some miscreant about to carry out a plot… what a horridturnout it would have been if he’d followed her any further to her destination.

          For him, anyway.

          She sighed and brushed tresses of raven hair over her shoulder. A humorless, thin smile began to overtake her features in an icy manner. “Clearly you’re not, if I don’t know who you are. Either that or I’m ignorant and need to be enlightened, though I highly doubt that’s the case. So, if you intend to lurk about in the dark, I suggest you stay there instead of trying to bring light to yourself.”

♘ Nothing like trying to do some good only to yet again be reminded that in the end     you will forever amount to nothing, you are nothing, you will stay nothing, and no     matter what good you really do you are below me. Great. He’s faintly     remembering how nobles or rich blood would speak to him until it was learned of     his title, though they’d never admit they were wrong or rude at the time, he was     accustomed to it and he knew how to deal with it. Even if he didn’t like it,     he was supposed to play his role. 

         “ Your wallet. “

“Is it? I find it’s a good way of thinking to keep yourself alive in this world that we live in.” This world hasn’t been sane since humans came to believe they were the strongest being on this planet. “Also what’s wrong with a plan that’s a bit colorful?”

♟: Patching up a wound

♘Admittedly he hadn’t expected aid, it did help greatly for the injuries     on his back. While he tried his best to apply his mixtures and      bandage it wasn’t as easy as he wished.

     Admittedly the other had gentle hands and wasn’t hurting him, so he      had no real reason to fear him. Hugo’s distant grumblings can be     heard as he tends to the wounds on his front. Different coloured skin      decorated with faded and fresh scars already as he tends a particularly     bad gash on his front. He’s hoping the other won’t question the type of      wounds on his back, gashes close to the style that whipping would leave     it’s not a proud wound he carries. 

     Dipping green stained hands into the jar of green ‘goop’ he’s created he      continues to apply it to blue stained and irritated skin. Before offering the      other the opened jar, his over all demeanour similar to a child in an arts      and crafts activity in kindergarten.

               “ Thank you by the way... “

OITNB SENTENCE STARTERS. l accepting.  

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