▒▒ ╳ ❛ &. krovii
it’s so rare that selina enjoys a little peace AND quiet these days. gone are the days when she’d return home from WORK and have time to kick off her shoes and watch some shitty soap opera on the television. she isn’t that BORING hermit crab anymore. her life had changed drastically and whilst it was for the better, it was certainly more tiring.
a SLENDER hand is wrapped around a tall glass of sparkling water, the BLONDE taking occasional sips as she flips over numerous pages of GOTHAM’S FINEST FASHION MAG. but it’s when admiring a particularly expensive and elegant black gown that she notices that something isn’t quite right. she’s startled by a burning sensation against her leg, wincing as she pulls her chair out from UNDER the table so that she could glance down to the area in question. and as her gaze locates an unusual patch of beige coloured liquid against her PREVIOUSLY clean trousers, mutters a small ‘ WHAT THE FUCK ???? ‘ under her breath.
this isn’t the first time this has happened either. it keeps happening -- these random pains and telltale signs of some sort of TRAUMA. but never ... not once is the source selina. she’d always been minding her own business. after a moment of confusion, she does lift her focus, glancing around in order to SEE if anybody else had witnessed the event. but instead, right there in front of her ... she REALISES that something is a little odd. she takes note of the female who had recently spilt coffee down herself with EXACTLY the same stain on her thigh.
what the fuck ?
maybe it’s just a coincidence ?? but she’s grown to learn that such things don’t EXIST. everything happens for a reason, despite how bizarre it may be. and in the spur of the moment, she lifts her index finger to the RIM of her glass, swiping the tip against a CHIP in the side. and as a pain strikes her and a droplet of blood surfaces, she returns her focus back to the other woman.
