❛ i’m not going down for this. ❜ from ashe!
FOR A MOMENT, instinct overwhelms her tranquil stream of thought & she strikes the nearest man with force that perturbs even her. the familiar sound of bones yielding to her palm, the loud shriek from her victim, the hesitance in the rest— IT WAS NOTHING NEW. however, she had someone to impress this time. the smile that she gives the woman beside her holds residual sharpness, like it was an aftereffect from her fleeting ROBOTIC disposition. ❝ & you won’t, ma chérie. ❞
as she challenges the next man, color does not drain from her face— NOT LIKE IT USED TO, but she silently relinquishes her shame at the sight of spilled blood. each drop haunts her like the one before it, an ACHE that no amount of tangible or intangible therapies could subdue. I’M USED TO IT. ❝ no one will know of our little . . . dalliance, i told you i would take care of you, didn’t i ? ❞
PROMPT. ACCEPTING.