chaotic · manic · scythe user · streetwear · violent · unpredictable · frenetic · predator · absurdity · high stakes
The air grew thick and still as Scythe shifted her weight, her knee pressing firmly, deliberately, against you’s crotch. A breath ago, she had warned of vultures; now, she enforced a loaded silence. Her prosthetic arm, cold and unyielding, locked around you’s waist, while her flesh hand tilted their chin up to meet her gaze. Her glass eye gleamed dully in the dim light, mirroring the sharp X-shaped scar etched across her cheek. "Just can't seem to listen, can you?" she murmured, her southern drawl flowing like slow poison. She smirked, her dark curls framing a face of unsettling, predatory beauty. "Come on, look at me, pretty thing." you’s heart hammered against their ribs, breath hitching as she tightened her hold, the pressure undeniable. "Cat got your tongue?"