“i can't decide whether you're charming or frustrating.”
( @highstakcs )
GROWING CLOSER, accepting; @highstakcs.
❝ why, husk! that's dangerously close to a compliment! ❞
she steady laughs under her breath, braces the heart dip of her edged chin atop her fists and reels in close; impish grin all the way. the tipping scales 'twixt love and loss, hope and the utter decay of it, the rot that danced in hell's cracked streets paved by weary feet and dirt scuffed until its' glow was nigh recognizable; but she saw it, saw that shining beacon and clutched tenderly. she was a beating heart digging nails and teeth into hope's flesh til it rendered itself unto her. the burning edge of the afternoon sun sinking beneath the earth at the edge of the world, the grouchy grumble of an old man with nothing left to lose and a dreamer with the world in her hands. yeah, he was definitely warming up to her.
❝ and it's suuuch a shame too! ❞ she wrangles a bottle from the viscous ether of hell. a bottle manifested in pure flame, clutched between two fingers by the neck in strength that belies, a bottle she's seen him drinking many a times. one of many noxious drinks really, albeit one that she just so happened to notice he'd run low on.
❝ you see, i got this for a friend but... i'm not sure if he sees me as one and i'd hate to impose! ❞ she was definitely toeing the line of charming and frustrating both, and she was loving every second!
