Vendetta did not grace Roshan with her attention, knowing him enough already to be sure that if she did look he would no doubt have that stupid, cocky grin he often wore. Oh, one day she was sure she would get the chance to wipe it right off his face. Today, unfortunately, was not that day.
The unicorn held back a sigh as he spoke, ruby red eyes rolling with every syllable that left his lips. Somehow she found it impossible to shake him, especially when she would have really liked to. Yet he was an almost ever persistent presence, like a fly she could not documentswat away enough times as it still kept buzzing back in her ear. Her ear flicked back crossly, “Then you’d just have to wallow in your longing like everybody else, Roshan,” she said.
Already she could feel him rubbing against her resolve and patience, wearing at the thin barrier that shielded Vendetta from the rest of the world. It’s not that she hated them, necessarily, but so few of them could keep her attention and even less of them were of any worth to her. Roshan, unfortunately for her, was unwavering in his conquest to annoy her, which she more often than not prevented him from actually seeing. Though, no doubt he knew what thin ledge he walked around her.
He laughed and his cocksureness was maybe the only thing she could credit to him. You didn’t do well in this business unless you had a handful of confidence and some to spare. You couldn’t go on a job or a run without a measure of fearlessness in your blood. The weak minded made poor thieves and even worse barterers. Vendetta lacked no confidence, and look where she was? She was the best example these streets had of how to not just survive but conquer.
“Does it now?” she said, glancing over at the piece he dangled just out of her reach. Three diamonds (if they were real), were set within the silver pendant moon danging from a delicate chain. It was indeed quite a fine piece of jewelry, and it glimmered in the light, sun refracting from each facet of the stones. “Because they’re beautiful but tough as nails or because they're out of your league?”
The unicorn held back a sigh as he spoke, ruby red eyes rolling with every syllable that left his lips. Somehow she found it impossible to shake him, especially when she would have really liked to. Yet he was an almost ever persistent presence, like a fly she could not documentswat away enough times as it still kept buzzing back in her ear. Her ear flicked back crossly, “Then you’d just have to wallow in your longing like everybody else, Roshan,” she said.
Already she could feel him rubbing against her resolve and patience, wearing at the thin barrier that shielded Vendetta from the rest of the world. It’s not that she hated them, necessarily, but so few of them could keep her attention and even less of them were of any worth to her. Roshan, unfortunately for her, was unwavering in his conquest to annoy her, which she more often than not prevented him from actually seeing. Though, no doubt he knew what thin ledge he walked around her.
He laughed and his cocksureness was maybe the only thing she could credit to him. You didn’t do well in this business unless you had a handful of confidence and some to spare. You couldn’t go on a job or a run without a measure of fearlessness in your blood. The weak minded made poor thieves and even worse barterers. Vendetta lacked no confidence, and look where she was? She was the best example these streets had of how to not just survive but conquer.
“Does it now?” she said, glancing over at the piece he dangled just out of her reach. Three diamonds (if they were real), were set within the silver pendant moon danging from a delicate chain. It was indeed quite a fine piece of jewelry, and it glimmered in the light, sun refracting from each facet of the stones. “Because they’re beautiful but tough as nails or because they're out of your league?”
@Roshan harsh, V, harsh.
