#mutntmenace

     “emma won’t be joining us; i’ve got her doing something else,” raven says, bracing herself on the table with her palms flattened across the edge. the truth is that she can barely stand -- it’s been two weeks since kansas and she still can’t even fucking stand for more than twenty minutes at a time. sweat rolls down her neck, hidden by the curtain of deep red waves that spill over her shoulder. her eyes, when she meets the both of them, are harsh and deep. “tell me what’s been happening in san marco.”