( difficult to kill. even in the privacy of her room, ani snorts, nearly derisive — wool over the eyes on how she smirks to herself. knowing silco, his creepy ass has beady eyes watching from the corner. it's a good attempt, on his part; not the usual ice and sparkle and pretty flowers meant for death, too soft to survive in the world. something that almost challenges i see you. the resilience inside of her that few have ever cared to compliment, the least favorite thing on the menu when her beauty is the appetizer, her body the main course.
deliberately, she leaves him swinging from a hangman's noose of suspense for the duration of the day. difficult to kill, sure — difficult to break down, too. it's only when night rounds the corner, and ani is swiping glittery sparkles from her eyes, does she send off, )
"difficult to kill" you sayin i'm resilient, or that i'm a bitch with roots? cute choice either way
( even if it's tempting to do just that — kill it with the same maternal neglect ani survived. prove there's not a nurturing fucking bone in her body. she fingers the leaves of it, anyway, ignoring the small sentimental pang of kinship she feels with a goddamn plant, of all things. )
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deliberately, she leaves him swinging from a hangman's noose of suspense for the duration of the day. difficult to kill, sure — difficult to break down, too. it's only when night rounds the corner, and ani is swiping glittery sparkles from her eyes, does she send off, )
"difficult to kill"
you sayin i'm resilient, or that i'm a bitch with roots?
cute choice either way
( even if it's tempting to do just that — kill it with the same maternal neglect ani survived. prove there's not a nurturing fucking bone in her body. she fingers the leaves of it, anyway, ignoring the small sentimental pang of kinship she feels with a goddamn plant, of all things. )