um ya how do u edit ur tags page. maybe a little tutorial or something...if its not too much trouble :)
hi, i will try.. my tags page, what is confusing is that the tags in the html are in vertical and not horizontal mode (as shown in the sequence in the preview tags 1, tags 2, tags 3, etc.)
so insted of having 1, 2, 3 in the html you have 1, 4, 7
i left all numbered to make it easier to edit. If you edit tags 4 for eg in the html, then will change where tags 4 are in the theme.. i'm sorry idk how to explain better bc the numbers there are just what i'm trying to say D:
In battle she smiled watching the blood rain down on her and the cries of her enemies as they back away in fear. In the technology department, she smiled when she saw the Mosca could be used on the battlefield again. She could not help but smile when the Ninth gave her a warm smile as if saying ‘there’s hope’. She is seen smiling at the dinner table whenever her new Famiglia started fighting over food. How carefree they seem, when in reality they have the entire world on their shoulders?
Lussuria noticed, of course. The man never leaves anything unnoticed, but her smile turns back into a faint line when he coos at her. He even clasped his hands together, the little fingers always apart from the rest.
Sarina looked worriedly over to the side to see if the others have noticed her yet, but she sighs in relief over Mammon’s and Bel’s fight still occurring. It looked like she was back at home in Naples, Italy watching her precious Family dine together despite it being a formal dinner the assassin corps would fight and maybe bring her Storm and Sun Guardian into it.
“What are you smiling at, scumbitch?” It was a low growl, but she could hear it over the noise of clattering dishes and Mammon’s scolding.
That was when everyone stopped. The dining hall was so quiet you could practically hear the drop of a pin. Sarina was thrown to reality, her eyes meeting garnets. Her eyes dropped down to her clean plate.
“Nothing, sir,” she said, but it was received with a full bottle of wine that shattered on contact, scrapping her. If that was not enough, the wine dripped into the painful intrusions on her skin the glass sticking to her skin. She frowned.
“What are you smiling at?” His voice came out clearer, the others were looking at her silently snickering. Squalo smirked; triumphant he was not the target tonight.
“Nothing’s yo”—the girl started before cried out when felt a burning sensation on her cheek. If it were anymore nearer to her head the Flames of Wrath would burn a hole through it. She bit her lip. She sighed. “The fighting at the table reminded me of my old Family before I came here. My father would be sitting where you’re sitting, while the Tenth Guardians misbehaved and fight over food. It was quite liv”—
“Enough get out of my sight.”
Her eyes widened. He wanted to know why she was smiling, but now this? She stood up and pushed in her chair, not without bringing her dishes into the kitchen. While cleaning, she could hear the others go back to the way they were.
She could feel tears threatening to go over the brim of her eyelids and tried to fight them back, but she could not. She put the clean plate on the drying rack, though without ceasing the flow of water battering against the other plates in the sink. Her lips curved into a saddened smile and she started crying.
