#golaws

[sorrowmarked-a]

HOUSE OF CARDS || accepting 

“If I didn’t think you were such a liability to yourself, I might even like you.”  -- @golaws

She was being talked down to, she hated being talked down to. Especially by a woman who did not know her. Anger itched under her skin. She was the deadliest person in the world, and she was being talked down to. Like she was a child, rather than a woman on her third life. Anger itched under her skin. She’d once punched through body armor and pulled a man’s heart still beating from his chest. What did this woman thing she could do to her. The anger was nothing better than wounded pride, let her underestimate her. 

“I’m not flattered, nor would I be if you did like me.” 

[sorrowmarked-a]

starter for @golaws

“People often claim to hunger for truth,” Diana said, the lasso felt white hot in her hands. Golden and burning as she let it slip and slide down to the floor. “but seldom like the taste when it's served up.”