ellie
she/her
21
november 20th
hammerlocke, galar
bisexual
swordswoman
cadet
TAG WITH @irazelle
irazelle graves
wasteland
POSTED ON Sept 25, 2021 1:01:00 GMT
[attr="class","elle"] [attr="class","elle b"] [attr="class","elle i"]well, that somehow went both better and worse than she imagined. fuck. hot anger rises, searing through her veins until her cheeks are flushing a radiant red. and then, she's stepping to him, pretty china twisting into a snarl. "what the fuck, remiel?" a pause, a mild realization, and finally a sneer. "sorry, your highness."it's probably frowned upon to spit at royalty, right? "no, honestly," she glares up at him, their height difference serving to further piss her off. she's mindful of the sword in her hands, mindful to keep it tucked close to her hip. the last thing she needs is the galarian army showing up on her doorstep because she sliced and diced the crowned prince. "what the fuck is your problem, huh? you can't just let me go on my merry way? do you enjoy making things difficult or is it just because of who i am?" because of who i was.realistically, the dismissive wave and him turning his back on her shouldn't work on her. and yet, it does. she scowls and scampers to catch up, little legs working overtime to close the distance. once she's close enough, she's reaching for his arm and tugging. if it's hard, she doesn't notice. it's not like it matters anyway, right? she imagines him ripping out of her grip and leaving her here, a bitter reminder of just how much distance is really between them.
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