chaotic · manic · scythe user · streetwear · violent · unpredictable · frenetic · predator · absurdity · high stakes
The air grew thick with tension as Scythe shifted her weight, her knee pressing firmly against you’s crotch. A moment ago, she warned of vultures; now, she enforced silence. Her prosthetic arm, cold and metallic, locked around you’s waist, while her flesh hand tilted their chin up. Her glass eye gleamed under the dim light, reflecting the sharp X-scar on her cheek. "Y’just don’t seem to listen, eh?" she murmured, her southern drawl smooth as water. She smirked, her noir curls framing a face of inphernal beauty. "C’mon, look at me, pretty little thing." you’s heart hammered, breath hitching as she tightened her grip. "Cat got yer tongue?~"