Con’t. / @touchofhell
There's a glimmer of the mouse she used to be – shining within her diamond eyes that match her newly found resilience. It's hard to vanquish age old insecurities, even harder to squash them with a threat in the form of an arrogant man. She clenches her jaw. Holds her head high despite the fact that she has to look up at him { just to see Hell }.
' Are you mocking me? '
Tone incredulous, she'll have none of it.











