Don't kiss me if you're afraid of thunder | Edrahil

[Locheed]

His expression slips into one that she is far more used to giving than receiving, and her sharp jaw sets, and she abandons her facade.

"It's better to be a monster than boring," the girl contradicts, suddenly wounded and on the offensive as she makes assumptions. On that last word, her black lips pull back from a row of sharp teeth, and her draconic eyes narrow to slits. He would like Laia, she thinks, with a twist of jealousy in her gut. They could be pretty and scared of everything together. This does nothing to soothe the scowl on her brow, and she thinks about snapping at him to chase him off for good. But as much satisfaction as she feels from the idea of hearing him squeal, something keeps her standing and scowling where she does.

"But I guess if you're pretty, you have to worry about things like getting scratches on your perfect face." She dares to give him another glace between her short words, before averting her eyes to glare at a tree trunk.

Locheed

@[Edrahil]