FIREY SPIRIT, RAGING HEART. ; it’s with a fierce distrust that eyes cast gaze on brunette. an anger or perhaps even envy. bella swan, the girl who had two men fawning over her when your own love had abandoned you. what was a soul worth saving - worth loving. you could hardly dare think yourself worthy of anything more than the hands that life had dealt you. perhaps that’s why you narrow eyes or wrap arms around torso in some mild attempt at salvation ; strength. throat clears and acid drenched words slip through mouth. tongue like knives, you aim to kill.
“ you’re only going to cause trouble. why don’t you just leave? ”
@mortalslain












