by cashew jackman » Tue Jul 22, 2014 1:11 pm
Scythe
He muttered and crossed his arms.
Creed
Half of him wanted to cry out, to just curl up and scream 'leave me alone!'. But that wouldn't be like him. So he snarled and scrambled up and away, heading for the kitchen.
“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?”