Jul 4, 2014
girls-of-brooklyn defensivemetal @mulierxnonxaberrat fatherofasgard
“Where’s the exit?”
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girls-of-brooklyn defensivemetal @mulierxnonxaberrat fatherofasgard
“Where’s the exit?”
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"Gentle."
His fists are clenched, teeth grinding against each other. Anger, worry, and dread corsing through his whole body. Finally grabbing her, he pulls her over to him away from everyone else. "Don't ever do that again. Ever. Do you hear me? I can't loose you. If you get yourself killed, I don't know what I'll do. So be smart. Don't be an idiot." He drops her wrist, walking away from her, shoulders tense, armor still up.
She’s a little shocked when he grabs her and lets herself be dragged away from the others. She grimaces, her silver Eldritch armor receding away to whence it came to leave her with nothing but an armored left arm. She doesn’t look him in the eyes as he talks to her, instead choosing to glance off to the side and chew on her bottom lip. Not in shame or embarrassment, but in frustration that slowly grows as he keeps talking. She really didn’t mean to worry or anger him, she just did what she thought she needed to. She narrows her eyes as he walks away from her.
"You would have done it!" she shouts after him, "You do it all the time! What am I going to do if you die, you big dumb idiot?”
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He took a good look at the other, studying him. Strong, from the look of him. From the way he looked, Andreas guessed he wasn't from around here. His dutch accent was thick as he spoke, "Andreas Lyon. Are you lost?"