She missed the feeling of hitting someone.

Rubs her hands together, gathering heat on her palms. Preparing for another.

If he’s going to be that way. She changes her hand into a fist.

“Then you will fail.”

When was she ever fair to him, anyway?

“One could do so much more.”

|| i’ll make galey a carrd

〝 It must be liberating to be free of responsibility. 〞

⠀ On the eve of a celebration where her audience is needed, she passes the time by polishing her skill with the blade. Perfecting her precision, her agility and even more her senses—amidst it she’s distracted by the thought of wanting company instead. ⠀

|| Gale must have a harem.

|| i will give her a harem

|| i’ll crush ur skull and his

|| if she a big pussy then shu will probably fit cause he a huge dick

|| i kinda regret it too

|| hush slut

|| is this you allowing shoe to join the harem