I mean, if she decided to kill me and her red eyes glare at me like I'm some splattered blood in her beautiful, expensive dress...
I would simply, yet shamelessly, make a final plea to lay my head in her lap and have her stroke my hair.
And just have the chance to admire her up close, seeing the small smile playing on her lips yet her narrowed eyes filled with nothing but delight and malice, as if they were painted with the blood of her enemies.
All while her venom butterflies devour me into nothingness.
I mean, if she decided to kill me and her red eyes glare at me like I'm some splattered blood in her beautiful, expensive dress...
I would simply, yet shamelessly, make a final plea to lay my head in her lap and have her stroke my hair.
And just have the chance to admire her up close, seeing the small smile playing on her lips yet her narrowed eyes filled with nothing but delight and malice, as if they were painted with the blood of her enemies.
All while her venom butterflies devour me into nothingness.