May 20, 2019
— ✧﹤ @heartdata.﹥
` You. . . ’ Just an encumbrance, he is —— cotton headed, pulse beating in hollow skin. Buzzing, buzzing, buzzing, she felt nothing as her lance held firm in her grip. ` If I kill you. . . ’ She smiles, ` Then maybe. . . ’ Brows twitch, reality hits her for a moment —— her grip letting her lance drop from her palms to her fingers and she catches it again, tighter, her sweat slick. ` Lord Berkut. That’s who you are, isn’t it? ’