belias, verrith
do you gossip?
the young woman cast her eyes down towards the dirt beneath her. “i feel like the ones who’ve been gossiped about – they tend not to follow in other’s footsteps.” if the past was a box of dynamite, then minnie made sure it was always far off in the distance. never quite sure what could set the thing off, she figured the lack of thought was her best option. nevertheless, whispers worked their way into her mind – old flames that she thought she’d blown out long ago. “or they try not to to.”
are you a patient or impatient person?
“is anyone really that patient?” to some extent, she hoped she would be. but the shaking leg in the moments before a job or the itch to leave for something new showcased her true alliances. “everyone wants something. patience is just how little you care to get that thing.”