I forgot my rage, and the pulse it leaves underneath my tongue.

a few steps in line, and she settled beside them as she adjusted the scarf she donned. "is it for you?"

somewhere, distantly, she could remember stars as clear as crystal. it was a brief recollection that faded as soon as it came. her brows furrowed. leveled frustration. "always took you for a night owl."

( DBD AU is real cool... )

it started with a thermite grenade. it ended with a drink. so it goes.

"quiet." she parroted the word easily, taking pause beside them. her head canted back and her eyes swallowed the stars - - all of them as they twinkled above. "...yeah. there's something ethereal about it."

seeing double. triple, even...

arenas, huh. at least it'll be a change of scenery.

they also call me the protector of lesbians worldwide.

there can be more than one.

knuckle crack.

tired? restless? there's a lot to be done.

mm. coffee.

all geared up and ready to go.

well. that was an experience.

💤...

suit yourself.

could use a drink.