#ravenfiled

* 𓅪 ─── 𝓛. 𝐺. 𝐵. the little songbird treaded cautiously now, didn't like the way the expression she closely watched write itself across his face curled nervously in the pit of her stomach. "and what you're gettin' wrong is i do recognize it." she corrected, swallowing the nerves balling in her throat. "don't forget i saved you too, when i could've well left you to die." that part had her smaller hands balling into fists at her sides, angry she had to remind. releasing then clutching the sides of her bright skirt. "but what i meant is you don't mean i'm yours in a good way that i wish you meant it. you mean as a prize, don't you? no better than a shiny toy on a holiday." risky to keep smart mouthin', she knew. but lucy gray still wasn't one to not speak her mind. that'd kill her first than the risk of speaking her fire.