“Mmhm, it does, and damn…you have a lot of worry wrinkles.” She reached up and rubbed his forehead with her thumb, face expressionless. Her other fingers nestled within his locks of hair.
She stormed in with conviction bred from her stone heart. Snakes hissed within their restraints from the rage boiling within their mother, but they otherwise remained still. “Name one reason why I shouldn’t tear you apart, bitch.”
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»—›Staring was all the World Eater could manage, brilliant cocoa-carmine eyes blinking repeatedly as his already overloaded brain attempted to tackle what it was the woman had said in the first place. Cheeky? A frown tugged down at his human lips, flashy orbs glancing away momentarily before staring back at the masked woman. A new form of growl shook his short neck, though it hardly resembled the noise of a dov but the exasperated groan of man. At his sides, his slim, pudgy joor fingers rolled into fists.
She assessed that he looked somehow disconnected from his body, and his face relayed a look that reminded him of a lost puppy. With a swift movement, she brought a hand to his shoulder, gliding fingers gently up to his scruffy cheek. “Is something wrong?"
