kings and queens and { vagabonds } // lance
May 27, 2017 21:09:33 GMT -5
Post by Stare on May 27, 2017 21:09:33 GMT -5
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She'd learned a long time ago not to ignore a summons from Gunnar.
It ate at her, an irritation she'd learned to bury a long time ago. Why should she have to come to his every call when he rarely did the same for her? Why did she allow herself to be tied around his finger so easily? The answer was a biting one that took all her willpower to ignore. She needed him more than he needed her. So she chose not to address her annoyance, and she certainly never let it show. To show any weakness to Gunnar was to have salt rubbed in the wound.
And besides, if she didn't answer to his calls, he always found her anyway. It was usually in the most inconvenient ways at the most inconvenient times. Xenos delivering the details of a job while she was in the shower. Mae apologetically pressuring her for information while stitching up a wound. It had gotten tiring, trying to be rebellious. So she'd stopped resisting, started obeying.
But that didn't mean she had to do everything on his terms.
She'd taken to the side of the Roost that night, anchoring her fingers and toes between the weathered bricks until she'd reached his window. Gripping the frame, she hauled herself up and swung through, landing almost soundlessly inside his bedroom. Leaning against the wall, she folded her arms and frowned.
"This better be good, Gunnar. It's late."
throw me down
i’ll steal the moon
i’ll tear the night
keep it from you
i’ll steal the moon
i’ll tear the night
keep it from you
She'd learned a long time ago not to ignore a summons from Gunnar.
It ate at her, an irritation she'd learned to bury a long time ago. Why should she have to come to his every call when he rarely did the same for her? Why did she allow herself to be tied around his finger so easily? The answer was a biting one that took all her willpower to ignore. She needed him more than he needed her. So she chose not to address her annoyance, and she certainly never let it show. To show any weakness to Gunnar was to have salt rubbed in the wound.
And besides, if she didn't answer to his calls, he always found her anyway. It was usually in the most inconvenient ways at the most inconvenient times. Xenos delivering the details of a job while she was in the shower. Mae apologetically pressuring her for information while stitching up a wound. It had gotten tiring, trying to be rebellious. So she'd stopped resisting, started obeying.
But that didn't mean she had to do everything on his terms.
She'd taken to the side of the Roost that night, anchoring her fingers and toes between the weathered bricks until she'd reached his window. Gripping the frame, she hauled herself up and swung through, landing almost soundlessly inside his bedroom. Leaning against the wall, she folded her arms and frowned.
"This better be good, Gunnar. It's late."
time is wasting up
i’m not losing sleep
don’t just stand and stare
come on and bare your teeth
i’m not losing sleep
don’t just stand and stare
come on and bare your teeth
