antonia ferro, district 2 (cbd 1)
Dec 5, 2016 22:42:11 GMT -5
Post by Stare on Dec 5, 2016 22:42:11 GMT -5
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Toni’s hands were shaking when she arrived home that night.
Anthony had waited up for her, but he was the only one. The other three were probably doing rounds at the bars, finding innocents too drunk to notice the men picking their pockets.
When she entered the kitchen Anthony glanced up from the paper he’d been reading, raising an eyebrow. “Where’ve you been?”
Toni walked directly toward the kitchen sink, thanking Ripred that the only light in the kitchen was the one hanging above Anthony. It gave her enough shadows to hide in. She turned on the rusty faucet and shoved her hands under the running water, watching streams of scarlet swirl down into the drain.
She heard herself answer him steadily. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
“That’s fine.”
Her bottom lip trembled. Anthony and the others were con men first and foremost, but when it came to family they were the best she had beside Gunnar's gang. She was lucky they hadn’t tossed her into a river the moment they found her in a bundle on their doorstep.
She turned off the faucet and dried her hands on a nearby towel. “I’m going to bed.”
“Okay.”
She was grateful for Anthony’s pretend indifference as she climbed the stairs. Grateful he didn’t ask about the man on the balcony or how she’d climbed up the wall like something not quite human and snuck up behind him with the silence of a ghost. Grateful she didn’t have to tell him about how her hands had been shaking as she plunged the knife into his back. Not even Mae could have saved him then.
Toni entered her room, dropped next to her bed, bowed her head, and prayed until her voice went hoarse.
T O N I . 1 7 . D I S T R I C T . 2
stars can't fight city lights
they've turned their backs on us
it's true today, i saw it from the plane
aeroplanes were never built to fly
stars can't fight city lights
they've turned their backs on us
it's true today, i saw it from the plane
aeroplanes were never built to fly
Toni’s hands were shaking when she arrived home that night.
Anthony had waited up for her, but he was the only one. The other three were probably doing rounds at the bars, finding innocents too drunk to notice the men picking their pockets.
When she entered the kitchen Anthony glanced up from the paper he’d been reading, raising an eyebrow. “Where’ve you been?”
Toni walked directly toward the kitchen sink, thanking Ripred that the only light in the kitchen was the one hanging above Anthony. It gave her enough shadows to hide in. She turned on the rusty faucet and shoved her hands under the running water, watching streams of scarlet swirl down into the drain.
She heard herself answer him steadily. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
“That’s fine.”
Her bottom lip trembled. Anthony and the others were con men first and foremost, but when it came to family they were the best she had beside Gunnar's gang. She was lucky they hadn’t tossed her into a river the moment they found her in a bundle on their doorstep.
She turned off the faucet and dried her hands on a nearby towel. “I’m going to bed.”
“Okay.”
She was grateful for Anthony’s pretend indifference as she climbed the stairs. Grateful he didn’t ask about the man on the balcony or how she’d climbed up the wall like something not quite human and snuck up behind him with the silence of a ghost. Grateful she didn’t have to tell him about how her hands had been shaking as she plunged the knife into his back. Not even Mae could have saved him then.
Toni entered her room, dropped next to her bed, bowed her head, and prayed until her voice went hoarse.
cabin's perched by satellites
and now it's flying down
we've got a lady pilot
she's not afraid to die
and now it's flying down
we've got a lady pilot
she's not afraid to die
