@amelorates / eireen murphy.
❝ fuck you, then. ❞
a low grumble erupted from the depths of luma’s throat. they were face to face in the living room of the mess eireen called an apartment, and luma was visibly mad. her breaths were carefully counter, wanting to calm the monster eager to quite literally jump out.
she took one step back. then another. don’t do it. don’t. do. it.
❝ no, eireen. fuck you. ❞ she spat on her face — not she, not really. it did it, ❝ i was looking out for you last night and this is how you thank me? fuck you? ❞
she would tell her she didn’t need a bodyguard and luma would tell her to fuck off — she could be whatever she wanted if it meant it would keep her safe. who knows what kind of trouble eireen would have gotten into if luma hadn’t stepped in and stopped the fight after the gig the night before?
❝ you are childish and you’re always looking to pick a fucking fight. when i say i’m fucking done with it i don’t mean i’m leaving. i mean that i’m stepping in every single time i see you ready to rip someone’s throat open, get it? ❞ she was using her own words to calm herself down — but truly, telling luma russell off was the last thing anyone should do.
blue eyes remain on the recipient of her scolding, ❝ i’m the one taking care of the people that mess with you. get it, eireen? ❞
