@riverbaptised sent: ‘  it’s that simple.  ’ / rupi kaur poem starters.
the floor presses hard against her knees and someone's boot is viciously digging into her back, but zeri refuses to drop her gaze from the crime lord stood before her. ( who knew? getting into enough altercations with low - life grunts earns you a visit straight to the boss! ) silco's poised like this is a casual conversation and nothing more, but though his tone is detached, friendly almost, the warning in his eyes is clear.
" ' that simple ' ? one of moe's girls is never coming home again—there's nothing simple about that! " zeri's fist strikes down, but all it results in is a few flecks of green light, not even enough to singe the floor. her magic's depleted, fighting spirit and ribs bruised.
it had been bad enough when it had been mostly rumours, her parents exchanging worried glances over the dinner table. but then shimmer had started exchanging hands more and more frequently throughout the entresol level, and the zaun zeri had grown to know and love had turned dark.
" you might think that what you're doing is best for zaun, but you're wrong. "
