it’s enough. it’s enough. she’s done. it’s enough. it’s enough and no one will be there to hear her when she finally cries for help. the only good lamb is a bleeding one.
Rubbing her eyes roughly. They’re red and swollen; a remnant of frustrated tears shed. A snivel escapes her nose as she leans forward onto her hands- thoughts clouded her mind and clogged her throat until full suffocation was reached.
“HRK…!!” A final decisive swing drove the blade into the wood, her knuckles white on the hilt and lungs heaving even though it hadn’t actually exerted her. Instead it was a matter of frantic anxiety ripping free from her chest, infesting her body until it consumed her whole.
Carving furious lines into a fallen tree limb’s bark and flesh, a strangled scream of frustration escaped from her chest.
Some days, choosing the Ranger sentence buyout was an unquestionable decision she stood behind.
Others, she wished she’d never taken this path at all.
@forgedknuckles check, of course- searing skid marks up Mia’s cool skin.
Andi leaned in to croon in toward Mia’s neck as well, visually flitting across her collar for any hiding wallet. “Where… hrk-“ She grunted, her breath hot in pent up frustration. “Is it…?!?”
@forgedknuckles neckline. Surging forward before she bothered to second guess herself, Andi pressed until they were flush chest to chest, her hands riding down the sides of Mia’s undershirt in desperate grasps. When they found nothing, her dextrous fingers weaseled underneath the hem- just to —