I will n o t keep my mouth shut. A bitch knows her voice. Knows how to howl with a wolf pack in her throat. A bitch is honest. A bitch doesn’t follow the rules; demands to know who wrote them. Rules are weak. Rules are prey.
{ Indie & SelectiveLydia Martin }
He smiled weakly, stepping a bit closer to wrap his arms around the girl. Though all of his muscles ache from not using his vessel. He hopes she doesn’t notice how jerky his motions are.
“Sorry I’ve been gone… I didn’t mean to disappear.”
“—-….fine, fine. But I’ll punch you in the throat if you vanish on me again, Magic Man.”
{ He seems a bit tense, but Reed has literally always been awkward so she’s not going to start questioning it now. }