by cashew jackman » Fri Jul 11, 2014 3:07 pm
Scythe
"Alright now just hold still little britches." He chuckled, then turned to the crowd and held up a knife. They went wild, jumping to their feet and shaking their fists, cheering. He turned back and grabbed some of Switch's hair, raising the knife to it.
Vrace
He shrugged. "Well I'm sure she won't be near as annoying now, get in."
Creed
He refused the urge to steal another glance at the chains and watched.
“So you really are a princess.” Maverick's eyes burned both with anger and hurt. "When were you planning to tell me; before or after I got killed trying to protect you?”