@ofplanetsloved, cont.
❝ sure did, baby, and trust me, that hasn't changed, ❞ meg pouts her lips together, eyeing the lana's knife. she keeps two JET BLACK eyes on it at all times. ❝ but i'm not gonna kill you at a funeral; even i have some decorum. i'm just here to see a bunch of sad, pathetic hunters mourn over puppy chow. ❞ she flicks her gaze for a second at the pyre in the distance, the bodies of a mother and her daughter drenched in gasoline. a smile creeps upon her face as she lets her eyes flicker back to their usual shade of brown. it's a good day as any to watch a bitch and her pup BURN.
❛ well, at least you’re consistent. ❜ lana spitefully yet collectedly comments, sliding her finger through the layer of dust sitting on top of the grave between them. lana had a lot of history with cemeteries, more than she’d personally like, but there was also a safety that came with its morbid familiarity — like, between those marble walls, lied home. or at least the earthly surface of it. AND THERE WAS NO WAY MEG WOULD COME TO SPIT ON HER LOVED ONES’ NAME IN HER HOME. at her arrogant self-proclamation of decency, lana scoffs derisively, ❛ no, you don’t. but it’s okay, not all of us can have unrotten hearts anyway — but hey, maybe today is the day that i fix that. ❜ brunette teases, the silver handle of her legacy blade twirling between her fingers, eyebrows raising as she threatens, ❛ 'cause you didn’t really expect me to believe you came all the way out here to flirt, did you? ❜
