do not assume that i am a child because i wear flower wreaths in my hair. in the wintertime, their petals shrivel to reveal the obsidian bones of a crown underneath.
krissy picked up a ring dagger, swirling it around in demonstration before placing her thumb on the band and halting it’s movements. she’s never been a patient person – what makes rosie think she’d be any good at teaching ? still, going out with someone inexperienced with the necessary gear was more of a detriment while on the job than her own personal conflicts, so she swallowed hard and relented on the pessimistic glare. “ fine. but first, let’s figure out what you need. you know how to use a gun ? ”
gaze hooked upon the brunette’s display of skill , swift &effortless , like a deadly artform long forgotten by man — skills she would have to attain in order to survive in this new lifestyle she found herself engaged in , & rosie would survive . there was a natural hesitance beneath her eagerness to adapt ; perhaps it was the sudden dawning of her ignorance upon further questioning from krissy .❛———— in theory , yes . . . but i’m a quick study.❜
❛ i’m gonna have to learn how to use these things properly sooner or later , right ?❜mossy hues flicker upon the various instruments before them , a thoughtful glaze .❛—— so why not just teach me .❜her disease only gets her so far .
