only the higher ups knew about that part of her past. she was satisfied, for the most part, to lie about her past to others.
[His arms remain crossed. Leaning against the wall.]
[His arms remain crossed. Leaning against the wall.]
"maybe to you . . . underestimating people is never a good idea."
Ridiculous. They’re just weak.
[His arms remain crossed. Leaning against the wall.]
Ridiculous. They’re just weak.
". . . i see. i suppose you're a hater for the love of the game."
SHE'S KIDDING. . . .
Ridiculous. They’re just weak.
she doesn't sound defensive. she sounds blunt, her tone the same as always.
due to his anxiety she wanted to help. douchebag wanted to help shadow in any way possible.
He sat up. Sighing afterwards.
❝I’m sorry. But they’ve been on my mind for quite some time.❞
His eyes narrow. With suspicion.
❝I wager some of the Black Arms survived.❞
douchebag sat up and held both his hands in hers.
He glances up at her. Placing his legs over each other.
His eyes narrow. With suspicion.
❝I wager some of the Black Arms survived.❞
He glances up at her. Placing his legs over each other.
He states. Thoughts returning to the past once more.
❝I find myself thinking about certain things… and the result of it all. I suppose it drives a sense of an unease within me.❞
He glances up at her. Placing his legs over each other.
He states. Thoughts returning to the past once more.
❝I find myself thinking about certain things… and the result of it all. I suppose it drives a sense of an unease within me.❞
". . . . you're welcome, shadow. you deserve to rest."
He leans downwards. Head resting on her thigh.
He states. Thoughts returning to the past once more.
❝I find myself thinking about certain things… and the result of it all. I suppose it drives a sense of an unease within me.❞
He leans downwards. Head resting on her thigh.
❝Helena…❞
He leans downwards. Head resting on her thigh.
❝Helena…❞
❝Helena…❞
That is all.