#seraselwyn

" i had that, “ she says, and the words are spat from her mouth like a weapon. almost as sharp as the daggers sheathed in her sleeves, the knives in her boots. almost as sharp as her gaze, which is currently intensely focused on her friend, practically spitting fire. she swallows, and wipes her hands on her shirt, smearing it with blood. leaving hand prints, imprints of finger tips. “ you don’t have to save me. i have everything under control. “