#✧ ⥼ㅤ — ㅤ❝ a better knife than you are a person. ╱ ic.

[flintstruck]

@edenfelled: you're embarrassing . you embarrass me . i'm embarrassed of you . / from kor because i want them to be toxic :)

Flint doesn’t respond to the other hyur at first. Well, beyond a heavy sigh, that is. She can't bring herself to muster up a response when Koret’s words themselves nary even come close to a greeting. Instead, she lingers there at the door to Koret’s quarters — a luck she’d found The Wolfsbane at the docks to even begin with and the crew had pointed out the way to her lover's door, not without some staring however. She knows why though, after all, blood drips down her cheek. She’s sure the keen-eyed captain can observe swelling that’s already forming around her left eye. The two splits in her skin — her eyebrow and lip each. That doesn’t even touch on the bruised knuckles. That one’s hidden by blood — not wholly her own. Nor the ribs that more than likely fractured. She hopes they're only bruised. Thaliak knows fractured ribs are a hell to heal. Unfortunately, she can’t tell at this point and they didn’t hesitate to avoid kicking her when she was down. Quite literally. 

She came here for a reason so all she offers is a grunt as she none too gently brushes her way past the captain. Not even avoiding their shoulders knocking together even as it sends a spike of pain through her. Her patience dwindled to nothing earlier when she got jumped in an alley. For god knows what, she didn’t even recognise their faces. Though, she knows her reputation. She knows Koret will pin the blame on her and in any other situation, it may not have been a lie. She's always chasing something — a fight or more — like a dog chasing a bone. So, she’s awaiting the further biting words that are likely gonna push her into snapping territory with her own sharp teeth and sharper words. 

Finally, standing in the middle of the room, boots tracking god knows what across the floor, she speaks up, voice hoarse. “Where’s yer wash basin?” She’d love a shower, or a bath even, but considering they’re on a ship, she doubts that’s available. Though she can hope, just as she hopes that clipped reponses will keep the two from trading some form of blows.

[flintstruck]

tag drop 001.

✧ ⥼ㅤ — ㅤ❝ i’ll raise you like a phoenix.  ╱  ooc.

✧ ⥼ㅤ — ㅤ❝ the scent of sweat‚ jaws at my throat.  ╱  desires.

✧ ⥼ㅤ — ㅤ❝ a better knife than you are a person.  ╱  ic.

✧ ⥼ㅤ — ㅤ❝   ╱  threads.

✧ ⥼ㅤ — ㅤ❝ made into a weapon and told to find peace.  ╱​  musings.

✧ ⥼ㅤ — ㅤ❝ honey and wildfire are both the colour gold.  ╱  aesthetics.

✧ ⥼ㅤ — ㅤ❝  you’re gonna carry that weight.  ╱  insight & mannerisms.

✧ ⥼ ㅤ— ㅤ❝ i'm sorry. i'm sorry. this may be me at my best.  ╱​  about.

✧ ⥼ ㅤ— ㅤ❝ i can carry it well. it remains heavy.  ╱​  v.001 ; warrior of light.

✧ ⥼ ㅤ— ㅤ❝   ╱​  visage.