hubrice.
‘ a - ava, are you – ‘ thick brows reach to his hairline, the edges of his lips fighting ‘twixt a smile and an open - mouthed O. suppressed chuckles claw past his throat ( in MOCKERY ). ‘ are you t - trying to pick a fight w - with me ? i’m t - t - TWICE your size ! ‘
thin lips flatten , muted magma patching across her face. shoulders press beneath ears , narrowed features FAR from intimidating ------ on HER , at least. hair’s gone bright with the glowing heat.
‘ i’m not --- !! ------ & you’re TOO tall , you know !!! ’














