#monstrovs

ft. niko ( @monstrovs )

perched on a carved log, the medi witch watches as children squeal happily and parents shout after them out of exasperation - at one point it made her cry, caused her to grieve, now it simply made her bitter. tipping her head back with eyes closed, gwen intends to soak up the sun if she has to be present at such an event, but within moments her warming rays of sun are blocked and she is left in darkness. looking up at the sunshade, full lips purse, "move."

＂    you  seem  to  be  mistaking  me  for  somebody  who  actually  cares.    ＂      gruff  response  is  short,  sweet.  just  enough  to  the  point,  grip  barely  loosening  from  niko’s  upper  arm  as  he  guides    (  or  more  accurately,  forcibly  re  -  directs  )    them  back  towards  the  minister’s  box.  it’s  an  all  -  too  -  familiar  battle  between  elder  burke  and  young  karkaroff;    a  repetitive  cycle  they  always  appear  to  find  themselves  in,  especially  at  grand  events  like  this.      ＂    you’re  due  on  the  pitch  in  an  hour.  could  you  at  least  attempt  to  behave  until  then?  it’s  for  charity.    …    save  all  that  aggression  for  the  pitch.  i’ve  got  money  riding  on  you.  maybe  i  can  actually  profit  outta  you  being  a  constant  pain  in  my  ass.    ＂