@mantsblade — This wasn't one of those old coming of age movies she watched on the moon, she wasn't crazy enough to stretch her arms and feel the wind ripple through. But oh, the desire to be so reckless was there.
A feeling she believed to be long forgotten. She was young and innocent —
i know i was made to be a weapon, i know i cannot ask for warmth, but please, god, please, i am tired of being a knife. i do not want to be this violence anymore.
@mantsblade — pretending to find the ad near them interesting whilst security walked past them. It couldn't slip her mind that the president was still in search of her.
“Uhm. . .how about you tell me all about your new ambitions somewhere else? Preferably more. . .quiet.”
@mantsblade “Mr. Nibbles?” Her brow quirked upward in curiosity, she couldn't remember if he had mentioned someone by that name before.
“Well, you never know. The moon has its. . . enchantments.” poked his nose with the pad of her finger before stepping closer.
Her head turned, —