she doesn’t FLINCH, doesn’t move 'pon his close step, for she doesn’t FEAR HIM. she’s never feared him, as much as she comes to BELIEVE that he thinks that she SHOULD. && perhaps her OUTBURST was ill timed, however it was WARRANTED, it was always warranted. ‘ a PITY it doesn’t, ’ SARCASM dripped from words befallen of CRIMSON stained lips, emerald oculars not once wavering from his own gaze as she spoke. albeit, it was 'pon the mention of the –
BEATING– chastisement of her brother that triggered the domestic’s ANGER once more, the memory of tending to yet more injuries ever present within her mind. && even riff raff’s mantra of PATIENCE eluded her in that moment, for she didn’t care of patience, not now. ‘ chastisement ?? you nearly KILLED HIM .. AGAIN. ’ there was little point in holding back now, she’d be PUNISHED either way, && as long as it was herself && not her brother, she had little quandary in ensuring frank knew exactly how she felt.
& the furter laughs in her face, at her FOLLY. ‘ oh, you idiot – the two of you are so TRAGICALLY similar. do you imagine that, maybe, this little TANTRUM will result in my APOLOGIZING to you, or perhaps to your wretched brother ? in my sudden tenderness ? you are terribly foolish, magenta ; but i do ADMIRE your courage. ’ he turns, then, an odious grin tugging at the corners of painted lips, & lazily does he light a cigarette, a silvery cloud hovering about black curls. ‘ WELL, i couldn’t possibly send him on his way with little more than a STRIKE upon his knuckles ! mm, but you forget – your brother is a GENERAL, he is more than capable of looking after himself. he barely bled, magenta, this i assure you. ’ gazing upon her from beneath thick lashes, & after exhaling a mouthful of smoke, he continues, quite forthrightly : ‘ i could kill him, you know. and you, too – for queen’s sake, you’ve both given me a MULTITUDE of reasons to … && i know that taking riff raff’s life would, perhaps, be even more agonizing than a DAGGER through your HEART. ’