[ what a way to sign away her own body. not that it matters much, she knows she's a sick, twisted sarkaz, polluted with rage and disease and an ancestral cruelty that borders on psychosis. she should have died ages ago, it's just her luck that she's lived long enough to backslide right to start.
scraping and scrounging and doing anything she's got to in order to survive. nothing ever changes, not even with all the power in the world. there's always some unexpected variable waiting in the wings to blow it all away, like it was nothing more than a dream.
well. this isn't really the same. as far as trust goes, w harbors some semblance of it for texas. she knows her as dependable, which goes a long way for any sarkaz, and she's pretty certain texas wouldn't be the type to flap her gums and announce to the first moron she sees that she's banged w, of all people. probably mostly because she wouldn't want to admit it herself. she doesn't even particularly want to crawl out of her skin when texas removes her coat. her stupid monotonous voice is pretty soothing on her overworked, over-fraught nerves. if it has to be anyone...
her skirt billows high as she leans over to roll her tights down her thighs. they'd be the perfect length to hang herself with right now, but unfortunately she definitely wants to live long enough to see theresis vaporized, so they instead become a lasso she can loop around texas's shoulders and pull her closer by. ]
And if I do...
[ at least she's enough of assassin to know how to steady her fingers no matter how much the stakes are weighing down upon her. she undoes the buttons of texas's vest just about as quick as she can pull a trigger. ]
Not likely, but I guess you can use me for whatever sick, twisted scenarios you get yourself roped into for that same amount of time.
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[ what a way to sign away her own body. not that it matters much, she knows she's a sick, twisted sarkaz, polluted with rage and disease and an ancestral cruelty that borders on psychosis. she should have died ages ago, it's just her luck that she's lived long enough to backslide right to start.
scraping and scrounging and doing anything she's got to in order to survive. nothing ever changes, not even with all the power in the world. there's always some unexpected variable waiting in the wings to blow it all away, like it was nothing more than a dream.
well. this isn't really the same. as far as trust goes, w harbors some semblance of it for texas. she knows her as dependable, which goes a long way for any sarkaz, and she's pretty certain texas wouldn't be the type to flap her gums and announce to the first moron she sees that she's banged w, of all people. probably mostly because she wouldn't want to admit it herself. she doesn't even particularly want to crawl out of her skin when texas removes her coat. her stupid monotonous voice is pretty soothing on her overworked, over-fraught nerves. if it has to be anyone...
her skirt billows high as she leans over to roll her tights down her thighs. they'd be the perfect length to hang herself with right now, but unfortunately she definitely wants to live long enough to see theresis vaporized, so they instead become a lasso she can loop around texas's shoulders and pull her closer by. ]
And if I do...
[ at least she's enough of assassin to know how to steady her fingers no matter how much the stakes are weighing down upon her. she undoes the buttons of texas's vest just about as quick as she can pull a trigger. ]
Not likely, but I guess you can use me for whatever sick, twisted scenarios you get yourself roped into for that same amount of time.