Moonspear sturmfahrt

Above it all, she was annoyed and wondering if there would be any redeeming this situation as she felt it spiraling quick towards worse. Despite every mention of the matter not all coming from him, true, she found her patience thin towards his direct approaches already scarce after every poke and prod of it preceding his. Then when he came along with such impatience, her shutdown came quickly and she just didn't want to hear it.

You are being hysteric, she growled back, utterly unappreciative of such an accusation towards her, and had only raised her hackles when his voice rose into a shriek after mentioning his strife over Hydra's season again and not hers again. She narrowed her eyes darkly, and took that as a good indication for her. Calm the fuck down, stop accusing me of shit, and maybe, for just a second, consider I may have my own valid concerns too--especially if you are planning to shriek like a brat about it, she was looking at one of those very concerns now, and he just kept becoming a bigger one by the second.

I know it is not what you want, she grated back, a newly creeping chill as she fought against just leaving him and his tantrum to be. But, against what was perhaps her better judgement tickling at her feet to ghost on this entire situation, she'd asked as she leveled him with another long look and huffed What if?