#wornhalo

[chaosthrive]

‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ" why would i lie to you? " said brie.

Becky Lynch was many a thing, good and bad. But being taken for granted was higher upon that list than what she’d like to admit. Years of being the ass of the joke or the afterthought of a partnership left her with some… insecurities. Caused her to keep her friends at an arm's length, abrasive to anyone who thought they may have found a new friend. Becky swore to herself that the days of being a stepping stone on the way to someone else’ success were done with. Becky swore even harder that she’d never trust a particular pair of twins, either. She was already apprehensive enough about teaming with Nikki, now she had @aboutpower whispering in her ear.

Perhaps Becky should just tell them both to shove it and go home.

Regardless of their stance on one another, Becky knew they’d just as soon kiss and makeup and make her the fool then they’d be in her corner. “ Are you takin’ the piss lass? ” Her tone was dry, uninterested. “ In what world am i gonna trust you? Especially when it comes to y’sister? ” She’d had the wool pulled over her eyes one too many times. Even if this was the one in a million chance that Brie’s warning was genuine… Becky wasn’t holding her breath. " Look. Thanks for the heads up but if taggin' with Nikki but you two don't exactly have the best track record being honest, do you lass? Forgive me, or don't, for not heedin' your warning. "

[chaosthrive]

@aboutpower​  for  brie.

 a  crown  forged  from  tyranny  and  a  throne  carved  from  autocracy  was  still,  nonetheless, a  crown  and  a  throne.  her  crown.  her  throne.  her  kingdom?  built  on  dread.  her  armies  loyal  only  for  the  worry of  their  impending  death  should  they  step  out  of  line.  they  were  all  under  her  thumb.  it  was  everything  she  thought  she  ever  wanted.  soon,  too,  would  they  start  conquering  far  &  wide.  taking  down  every  last  kingdom  in  sight  until  she  would  rule  them  all.  she  was  king  and  queen.  patriarch  and  matriarch.  she  had  no  equal. 

 but  that  did  not  mean  she  had  no  concerns  of  her  own. 

 as  it  would  be,  she  had  two  very  big  concerns  that  constantly  plagued  the  very  back  portion  of  her  mindless  thoughts.  fire  and  ice  that  constantly  took  up  any  spare  thoughts  she  had  to  herself.  made  paige  look  over  her  shoulder  whenever  she  remembered.  order  in  more  guards  should  she  feel  like  they  were  plotting  the  assured  retaliation  paige  was  owed.  paige  wasn’t  weak,  she  valued  her  powers  and  knew  her  fighting  combinations...  but  against  two of  them? 

 it  would  be  like  bringing  a  knife  to  a  gunfight. 

 unfortunately,  it  was  a  mistake  she’d  made  more  than  once  in  the  past.  she  was  wiser  now,  less  arrogant  about  the  fact  that  she  could,  truly,  be  bested.  not  that  she  would  ever  admit  it  anyone,  let  alone  them,  but  if  it  weren’t  for  her  soldiers  being  so  fearfully  loyal,  she’d  have  been  dead  ten  times  over. 

 it  bought  a  chill  to  her  spine.  made  her  shudder...  no...  she  was  shuddering.  it  was  cold.  icy  cold.  “   brie...   ”   the  word  left  her  like  a  groan,  head  slowly  hanging  down  as  a  hollow  chuckle  left  her  chest.  she  needed  to  stop  doubting  them.   “   how  many  of  my  men  you  take  down  this  time?  ”   slowly,  she  turned.  seeing  clearly  now  the  ice  that  had  crept  through  her  window  and  onto  her  floor.  without  thinking,  she  was  shrugging  off  her  robe.  a  lighter  form  of  her  regular  armour  was  covering  her  body.  not  as  intense  as  her  regular  silhouette,  but  enough  that  she  wasn’t  going  to  receive  an  ice  shard  or  eight  to  her  chest.    

 “  where’s  your  pretty  lil’  sister?  not  very  often  that  i  see  tweedle  dee  without  tweedle  dum.  ”