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YOU MUST BE WISHING DEATH ON ME
Astra darted to Athena’s side to grab one of Fawkes’s arms, and Bryluen tossed a glance at them as they struggled in their attempts to both soothe and restrain Fawkes, who spat her hair out of her mouth and cursed as she tried to free herself from their grip.
“Pff. Let her go, she’s in the right,” Bryluen laughed cooly.
Kato’s head snapped up at her words, his previous air of resignation seeming to vanish in the face of her icy tone.
“Fuck off, Bry,” he muttered, his response barely audible, and raised a hand to try and wipe away the blood still flowing from his broken nose.
Her eyes flashed toward him; winter-cold and hard as steel.
“Grow up,” she snapped, “haven't you caused enough mess for all of us? Punishment would do you good; you’ve been such an inconvenience!”
There was a moment of nothing, where the only movement was the lift of Kato’s eyebrows, a darkening of his expression. When he replied, the hostile frigidity of his tone could have threatened frostbite:
“Fine.”
His hand jerked to his hip, on apparent instinct, initially—only to close on air. Then his brow furrowed and time slowed to a crawl as he turned and yanked his pistol from where it had been tucked into Sethfire’s belt.
Raised it.
And put it to his own head.
↳ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀғʀᴏɴᴛ
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ʜᴏᴡ ʟᴏɴɢ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʜɪᴅɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛʀᴜᴇ ғᴀᴄᴇ?
ʜᴏᴡ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴍᴏᴠᴇ ᴏɴ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴍᴇ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ɢʀᴀᴠᴇ?
ᴛᴏᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ʟᴇss ᴏғ ᴍᴇ
ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʟʏɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴇᴇᴛʜ
ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ sɪɴɴᴇʀs ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ sʟᴇᴇᴘ
ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴜsᴛ ʙᴇ ᴡɪsʜɪɴɢ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴏɴ ᴍᴇ
sᴏ ᴄᴀʀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴇᴛᴛᴇʀs ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴀᴍᴇ
ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ʙᴜʟʟᴇᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴍʏ ʙʀᴀɪɴ
ʟᴇss ᴏғ ᴍᴇ | ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ɪ ᴡᴀᴋᴇ
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hhoo boy this song gives me massive vibes for the confrontation between Bryluen and K-O. So...scribbled this real fast lol