dialogue prompt. > @parallelfugitive
“ what’s your problem? ”
there’s something about the way she suddenly STOPS. no more bounciness in her movements, yet still so stiff in her posture. just like when turning off a machine, just like when you PULL THE PLUG.
“ -- my problem. ”
and then slowly, her eyes lock with his; purple hues full of barely held back ANGER. oh, he wants to know her problem, alright.
“ my problem, ” she turns around, still tense. “ is how you let your people to rot. pretty swell to take the throne, but it’s just a chair if you can’t do SHIT with it. ”
fuck the fear away. she didn’t CARE who she was up against. she didn’t CARE that she was alone. “ my problem, is that you look at us like SHIT AT THE BOTTOM OF YOUR SHOES when mothers got MOUTHS TO FEED. ” that she had to resolve to stealing, tricking, scheming.
you robbed me of my childhood.
“ so tell me big guy -- now that it’s just you an’ i -- WAS IT WORTH IT ? didja have FUN, killin’ your old man ? for THIS ? is this what you WANTED ? are you HAPPY ? are you SATISFIED ? ”
