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{❄} A quick movement to grab the nearest object to cover herself.
"I highly advise you to knock next time."
{❄} She was rather flusted, shielding herself with a duvet.
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{❄} A quick movement to grab the nearest object to cover herself.
"I highly advise you to knock next time."
{❄} She was rather flusted, shielding herself with a duvet.
"Takeoffmhfnfs."
Blinking, Madelyn glanced to either side of her, and then turned down her music.
"Mom?" she called--wait.
She was home alone... well, not anymore.
The cold barrel of a gun pressed against the nape of her neck where a braid didn't cover. The teen shrieked and nearly tumbled out of her chair, grabbing the gun and trying to yank it out of the attacker's hand, screaming obscenities all the way.
"Fuck, man, alert the whole goddamn neighborhood, would ya!?" a familiar voice snarled.
"Trent...?" Madelyn turned to face her own muse, watching him unlock the small revolver for a moment.
"Hello, hello," the Coloradan glowered. "Any last words?"
"A-All I did was ship you...," Madelyn quivered, sniffling lightly. Tears streamed out of chocolate brown eyes. Trent seemed to try and brace himself and--
"God fuckin' dammit, stop your CRYIN'!" he moaned and threw the gun to the futon. "Stop...," he hugged her.
"Just stop."
"B-But you--"
"Ah can't stand ta see ya cry. And you're right; all ya did was ship me. Don't think Ah died once."
"... Thank you."
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"You smell god-awful by the way."
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Hans chuckled slightly looking at everyone "to what do I owe such a pleasure?"
"I didn't actually think you'd do it."
Send me “I didn’t actually think you’d do it.” for my character’s mindset and reaction to having just shot yours.
The King scoffed, holding the gun in a lazy manner. His index swinging the gun where the trigger was located. He smirked, shrugging slightly, "You lied to me. You know , you have just made me the most powerful man this nation will ever encounter. You think I didn’t have an idea who you were at the beginning?" Augustus squatted beside Hans, pressing the weapon to the man’s temple.
”You tried take my Kingdom from my daughters. And I cannot have that. Unfortunately, you toyed with the wrong man, Hans of the Southern Isles. Did you think I was humble and kind King had spoken about through rumors? No, because this is who I am. A cruel, and cold King. Any last words? No? Well then, its too bad.”
And then his finger had pulled the trigger once more and the man had died within seconds before him.
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Dead. Her parents were dead. Lost at sea. Taken from her.
Snow was suspended in the air as she locked herself in her room. The moment she heard about her parents' ship, she ran to her room, cheeks wet from her tears and wrote a letter to the only person left in her life, Prince Hans.
I need you. Please, come here. I don't think I can Please.
She prayed he would get here soon. He was the only person left that can calm her down, prevent her from losing control.