#int:devon.

“You’ve tried on everything in the closet.”  The tone to her voice was dulled slightly but still just a hint of amused at the current situation. Her best friend was constantly putting entirely too much effort into pleasing whatever flavor of the week she was entertaining today. The irony in the entire thing was that none of them ever came close to deserving said effort. Either way, Devon was situated on the bed, not even looking up to notice that the person standing in the doorway was not her friend, but in fact, her younger sister. “Just go naked, you’ll be that way by the end of the night anyway.” 

“She’s got about one more word.”  It was a courtesy warning that was the introduction to her violent history. There was very little patience left inside of her these days, it had been run ragged by too many sleepless nights and feet that ached from running. Instead, she had overstayed her welcome here - which meant she formed an unlikely attachment to the woman that was currently situated at her side. A mistake, because no one needed to pay for her tragedy - nor watch it play out really. But, at least she was protective over what was even just temporarily hers. “Before I make it so she doesn’t know how to speak anymore.”  Eyes landed on the girl in question - a messy ex, apparently, who was about to make one hell of a mistake.