Post by cinnamon on Mar 31, 2016 17:07:39 GMT -5
Cinnamon sat in silence, glaring up at Solomon as the others left the room. Angry words swirled through her head, fighting to spill passed her pursed lips. As a fae, she hated more than anything being lied to and that is what she thought of when she looked at Solomon. She also had been manipulated enough in her years that it made everything inside of her scream to revolt, even if doing so was to her detriment.
"Get off your high horse, Solomon," she said, rising to her feet. "You made us important by pulling us into this. You wouldn't haven't gotten nearly this far without all the work we've done. I can get behind keeping the worlds from blending, but like Jude said, if it turns out you're fucking with us, I'll be right there next to her, trying to kill you." Without another word, the fairest turned and headed for the showers. She was still covered in gross, afterall.
"Get off your high horse, Solomon," she said, rising to her feet. "You made us important by pulling us into this. You wouldn't haven't gotten nearly this far without all the work we've done. I can get behind keeping the worlds from blending, but like Jude said, if it turns out you're fucking with us, I'll be right there next to her, trying to kill you." Without another word, the fairest turned and headed for the showers. She was still covered in gross, afterall.