[He won't stop talking. Stars above, why won't he just stop? Maketh tips her head back and takes a deep breath, swallowing around the tension. She hurts all over, a deep ache radiating out from her bones, and part of her just wants to retreat back to her room and sleep, possibly forever. But she can't, there's work to be done.]
I warned you.
[She says it through gritted teeth. The knife isn't balanced for throwing but she does it anyway. It hits the wall with a clang and then skitters away without sticking. Close enough to his head that he ought to flinch, that he ought to know he needs to go.]
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Date: 2017-05-21 08:34 pm (UTC)I warned you.
[She says it through gritted teeth. The knife isn't balanced for throwing but she does it anyway. It hits the wall with a clang and then skitters away without sticking. Close enough to his head that he ought to flinch, that he ought to know he needs to go.]