viper castillo | one . fin . cb

you are marble decorated in satin,
a fighter dressed in silk.

a mother sings respect and order,

( "girl's don't play rough, viper.
always remember that." )

a girl born into wealth, diamond chandeliers and golden earrings.

jade claws scratch at the rules laid before you. mother calls for dresses and high heels, you yearn for bloody knuckles and bruised skin. black hair cascading down your back, cloth wrapped around caramel knuckles. you play the part of the innocent girl, the one mother wants you to be, in battle. your opponent underestimates you, brown eyes studies his form. he smirks at you before he dances forward, a carefully movement in his feet. you make a feint blow, a flinch inspired by your movement. you take this moment to strike, long arms stretched as fists connect with his face. you sweep your legs, and he tumbles to the ground. it's your turn to smirk.

mother told you girls don't play rough,
so you play sneaky.

like a viper.