fightor-xdie
Send me one:
”I want to help you.”
{ she’s tempted, oh so tempted, to just ignore her - to turn around and waltz out of the loft as if nothing had been said. but cora is a hale, and they aren’t known for just walking away. she had to have the last word. } ❝I don’t need your pity. or your protection.❞ { her words spat with hostility, she paces the confines of her brothers loft, settling her gaze on the female, bourbon hues narrowing. } ❝I don’t want your help.❞
The brunette sighed as she looked at the younger hale. She hadn’t meant to offend by offering help, but she knew her family had done enough damage for anything that came out of her mouth to be an insult. “I’m not trying to insult your intelligence or your ability. All I meant is that I could always help. I’m not like the others.”
