( defensively, with all of the prickliness of porcupine needles standing on edge: )
I ain't scared of shit.
( least of all some fucking pipsqueak with a hero complex. it has the misfortune of framing her in an even more pathetic light — the damsel in distress, waiting for someone to come save her, when there hasn't been anyone to kiss her bumps and bruises since she was ten, and her mother cared more about keeping a new boytoy than bandaging her daughters' skinned knees. the charity case, so pathetic she needs a man to do the dirty work for her in case she cries over a manicured nail, like she hasn't been hustling and scraping the shitty bottom of a barrel to keep her bank account in the green.
ani frowns, sharp — the kind of scowl that seems to demand, the fuck do you care? just a way to feel good about himself, she thinks, for helping some wayward soul like ani's. she still snatches the ring for him, all the same, like a dog with food insecurity, expecting a full bowl to be pulled away from it. the sentimentality of it means nothing to her — she'd sooner melt it down than pine after ivan — but he owes her that fucking much. some measly reward for toying with her.
pointed: ) I'm not givin' you a reward.
( for fetching it, if that's what he's waiting for, if this is some opportunistic hustle — if he's made the obvious mistake of thinking the carats on her ring means she has enough cash to wipe her ass with, like vanya does. )
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I ain't scared of shit.
( least of all some fucking pipsqueak with a hero complex. it has the misfortune of framing her in an even more pathetic light — the damsel in distress, waiting for someone to come save her, when there hasn't been anyone to kiss her bumps and bruises since she was ten, and her mother cared more about keeping a new boytoy than bandaging her daughters' skinned knees. the charity case, so pathetic she needs a man to do the dirty work for her in case she cries over a manicured nail, like she hasn't been hustling and scraping the shitty bottom of a barrel to keep her bank account in the green.
ani frowns, sharp — the kind of scowl that seems to demand, the fuck do you care? just a way to feel good about himself, she thinks, for helping some wayward soul like ani's. she still snatches the ring for him, all the same, like a dog with food insecurity, expecting a full bowl to be pulled away from it. the sentimentality of it means nothing to her — she'd sooner melt it down than pine after ivan — but he owes her that fucking much. some measly reward for toying with her.
pointed: ) I'm not givin' you a reward.
( for fetching it, if that's what he's waiting for, if this is some opportunistic hustle — if he's made the obvious mistake of thinking the carats on her ring means she has enough cash to wipe her ass with, like vanya does. )