❤✕❤ @poisoncraft ⸢cont⸥ ▾
Fists curled by Venus' side. She was predictably unconvinced. "Oh. Sure," she teased, venomously sarcastic. "I'm supposed to just ignore all the times you literally threatened to kill him now that he's actually dead. And while I'm at it, I'll just blow off all of the times you've said he deserved to die because you thought he was a monster. And since I'm already doing that, I may as well pretend you’ve never threatened to kill even me for even looking at your husband the wrong way. No--you’re definitely not a man with his finger on the trigger at all times. And you certainly don’t have the means to find a fire-type if you need one with all the power you have as an Executive. I’m just being silly.”
A shaking came to her voice as her sarcasm shifted to outright accusatory. “You. Live. To ruin my life! First Lance. I could learn to live with you marrying Lance. But now you take away my Proton. And for what? WHAT did he do to you? The man WANTED to heal! YOU HAD NO RIGHT! And I don’t care if I die in the process.” A hand went to her belt, equipped, of course, with pink throwing knives. “I swear on every deity YOU ARE GOING DOWN WITH ME!”