#ravingretribution

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+ravingretribution

       Lime optics squint.            Nose wrinkles a bit.               Lips snarl subtly, in distaste. 

     "   --Get off'a my land.   " she commands aloud enough for the wanderer to hear, after dislodging from the comfort of a suspended --probably stolen-- moon chair, resting forearms on cold metal railing as she seldom letting him leave the good eye.

[ceruleanphaselocker]

FRICKLE MY FRACKLE

            The Siren wasn’t very flattered to be requested of such a thing in all honesty. If              anything, she felt a bit insulted. Did she seem like the type to welcome                 meaningless, quick hook-ups? The easy kind?

                                          Well she wasn’t.

                               ”Excuse me? If that’s what you’ve been looking for this entire time, than I advise that you just stop now - and stop trying.”