when we were soldiers {saffron + hannah} blitz
Oct 9, 2015 2:23:16 GMT -5
Post by я𝑜𝓈𝑒 on Oct 9, 2015 2:23:16 GMT -5
The poster screams as my fingers tear it to flakes of falling ash. If only I could send Glamour Kinkade's smugly smiling face up in flames with the fire on my tongue saved just for him. If only I was ripping his flesh rather than his poster.
I hiss furious swears through clenched teeth like a serpent reeling in rage. Venom rushes into my mouth with the rising red, lacing my teeth and tongue with, "Fuck fuck FUCK YOU, GLAMOUR KINKADE!"
(He will turn my flesh to rot, he will turn my body into a graveyard, he will weave our remains into crown -)
My anger was once snarling, lupine winds, but it has boiled into a hurricane with acid rain and roaring thunder and shrieking lightning. And let us never forget the wind, a spiral of red red red rage, carrying the scorching rain along in its clenched fists.
Fear has been thrust out the window and shoved into the cramped cellar by the warning sirens before the savage storm. I am not afraid of Gloria's kitten-like wrath that I know awaits me when she sees the ruins of her beloved posters. I can hear the shattering of her porcelain tea cup on the floor and her high-pitched, sickly sweet voice rolling into a patronizing lecture - "First my plushies, now my posters! Must you destroy everything you touch, Hannah?"
I could pose the same question to Head Gamemaker Glamour Kinkade.
("Must you destroy everything you touch, Glamour?")when we were soldierswe fought so well, holding the line
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