❛ she's a killer queen
gunpowder, gelatine
dynamite with a laser beam
guaranteed to blow your mind. ❜
- what the fuck you fuckers want?
- we really missed you too, mon amour.
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❝ i'm crazy, but you like that i bite back, daisies on your nightstand never forget, i blossom in the moonlight ❞ ━━━ daisy, ashnikko.
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FIONA SAT ALONE AT THE BAR. She was starting to get really used to it, actually. It was not like she needed or wanted companion, anyway. The whiskey was just fine and the place crowded. Lots of strange faces trying to make a move on her. She just shook her head no. At some moments, she would gave them her middle finger, showing the tiny golden gun attached to her pulse.
The alcohol shivered through her bones. She inhaled deeply. Her mind was troubled, haunted by too many ghosts. It always had been this way. Too many emotions, memories and sensations. She managed to get everything under control, eventually, but it wasn't easy. Nothing in her life was easy.
"Did you invite guests over without telling me about it, Fi?", a male figure sat just beside her. His eyes darker than a starless night sky. Dirty blond hair pulled back, lips so thin that were almost invisible and a smirk on his endured face.
"What kind of guests, Dante?", the pink haired woman replied, voice fulled with a Scottish accent, "I won't take care of the fucking drug dealers again. This shit is getting boring.", she took a long, acid sip of her drink, eyes still focused on what was happening in the surroundings.
