@iced-dragon-shatha
There always was that age old saying about not crying over spilled milk, what they failed to mention, was how there was absolutely no need to get angry over such a thing either. A coffee order that had spilt onto her top a little when she’d bumped into someone on the way out never would have particularly bothered her when she was human, but now it was as though every little thing would simply get on her last nerve...It was a black top, she was heading home anyway, it was fine. The little mantra she concocted in her mind did little to quell the growl that rumbled from her chest, eyes screwing shut to try and prevent their icy-blue transformation -- Only to bump into someone else on the corner of the street, her reflexes at least present enough to keep said drink out of the equation this time. “For God sake, watch where the fuck you’re-” She trailed off, just about managing to catch the rest of the sentence in the back of her throat before exhaling. “Sorry. Sorry, that was..it’s been a shitty 10 minutes...I didn’t hurt you right?”