[well, cool, now she can't reach her sword and she feels like she'd rather be face down in the dirt and just fucking let this madman cap her execution style. she could spit. this is insanity, this isn't what she came here for, and there's anger building back in her voice because she's not going to sit here and let this be the end of it, dammit.]
You brought a gun to a sword fight, shithead! I'm not out here to get my shit ventilated!
[she pushes herself off the ground and into the air with a flap of her wings. now that the wind is back in her chest, she feels all kinds of different things, none of them especially good or smart. she spins around in the air to face this fucking lunatic.]
If you already know you're gonna win, why the fuck did you even start anything?
Winning is not important. Just the fight. The blood! Even if I am the one bleeding, I will laugh!
You reached for your sword first, you were first! You said no weapons. You lied! You changed your mind. Fair's fair, isn't it? Sword versus gun makes no difference.
[He grins up at her.]
Why? Why are you mad? If you knew you would lose, why did you fight back? Why did you play?
[her voice feels raw from the damage her respiratory system's been through—from her lifetime of bad decisions, yeah, but also from yelling and getting her diaphragm fucked up.]
You can't just fucking shoot people for fun! What the hell kind of murderer are you?
[god, she wants to wipe that grin off his face. her fists are both clenching and the fire spirit inside of her is begging to have some fun.]
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Date: 2018-04-29 10:55 pm (UTC)[He shoots her a big grin.]
Game isn't over until someone is in the hospital or dies. That's how it works, it works! How else would we play?
[He kneels down to grab the sword, looking to toss it further out of her reach.]
Fair or unfair, either is fine. Either is fun!]
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Date: 2018-04-30 05:16 pm (UTC)You brought a gun to a sword fight, shithead! I'm not out here to get my shit ventilated!
[she pushes herself off the ground and into the air with a flap of her wings. now that the wind is back in her chest, she feels all kinds of different things, none of them especially good or smart. she spins around in the air to face this fucking lunatic.]
If you already know you're gonna win, why the fuck did you even start anything?
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Date: 2018-05-02 04:43 pm (UTC)You reached for your sword first, you were first! You said no weapons. You lied! You changed your mind. Fair's fair, isn't it? Sword versus gun makes no difference.
[He grins up at her.]
Why? Why are you mad? If you knew you would lose, why did you fight back? Why did you play?
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Date: 2018-05-03 12:57 am (UTC)[her voice feels raw from the damage her respiratory system's been through—from her lifetime of bad decisions, yeah, but also from yelling and getting her diaphragm fucked up.]
You can't just fucking shoot people for fun! What the hell kind of murderer are you?
[god, she wants to wipe that grin off his face. her fists are both clenching and the fire spirit inside of her is begging to have some fun.]