by cashew jackman » Tue Jul 22, 2014 12:43 pm
Scythe
He strode over to Switch, a bandage wrapped around his torn hand. He smirked and let him drop, giving him a harsh kick.
Creed
He stared at the ground, weak with hunger and thirst.
“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?”