regrets collect like old friends

N/A · 08-26-2014, 10:54 PM

Mirabelle was shaping up to be a nice piece of shit that happened to look like a living soul. And every time she spoke...every second the woman would grow even more pissed. Even more frustrated. Especially this new nickname Mirabelle had come up with. "Little bird." Her mother, who was currently deceased, had given her that name. And whenever it was used as an insult...Wren got overly aggressive. To the point in which violence was included. But she'd hold back this time. She knew Bass wouldn't be happy if she left a scar on this woman's face.
Pupils would dilate as she slowly turned to Mirabelle, sitting up and feeling the angry shutters that ran up her legs. Her eyes turned to the throat of the russet dame...and she swallowed firmly. The new name was getting annoying. And even if Mirabelle thought she was the pretty little peacemaker...she came here only to stir Wren up. The babe knew it.
"Proper attitude? Why the hell would you care? Proper would be the last thing you'd ever be." Her lips slowly curled back, ears pining back against her skull as she snarled aggressively. Suddenly, the woman stood up and moved herself over to Mirabelle, lifting her chin slowly and raising her hackles in order to look larger than the dame. She narrowed her minty eyes. "I don't think you should push my buttons, Mirabelle. You're already ugly as it is. Don't make it worse." A threat. Okay, maybe Wren was pushing this whole thing a bit too far...?
"Speech"

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