[There is blood on her hand, blood on the blade, red coating the silver metal all the way up to the handle. She'd driven it deep, just as she's been taught to do, turning her wrist on it's way out without even realizing she's doing it in a bid to do more damage than necessary. It's a strange thing to know, more so to of learned at an early age. Vie's other hand finds her throat and she chokes out a hoarse breath.]
You--
[Her neck is bruised. She knows it will be mostly better in a few hours but for now it hurts to breathe, let alone talk.]
Deserved it.
[She coughs, slipping the bloody knife back into her boot. That done, Vie turns on her heel and stalks off.]
[Commentlog] lmfao <3
You--
[Her neck is bruised. She knows it will be mostly better in a few hours but for now it hurts to breathe, let alone talk.]
Deserved it.
[She coughs, slipping the bloody knife back into her boot. That done, Vie turns on her heel and stalks off.]