Mar 11, 2017
Keeping Composure
@daughterofthewickedwitch
He tried to unlock the door again, before taking two steps back and kicking it instead, cursing a little more when it didn’t even shake it.
“Why-why-why why why-why-why- FUCK!” He runs hands through his hair, exposing the scars around his right eye, panic shown in the forest green, “Why does she always have to do this?!” He kicked again.
Seeing Figaro Rovina in distress was not an often thing, seeing him lose his composure was absolutely distressing to anyone who knew him.
