We had an argument about a month ago. I lost my patience and tried to hit him. He had a kill-count on his forehead, so obviously this was not my most stellar of decisions.
He shattered the right side of my face and core container using only his fists. I avoided him since, during which he must have gotten into another fight; when I ran into him, his hand was blooded and bandaged.
He obviously made the connection that whatever he hit last did far more damage to him than hitting me, which is suspicious for a man made of metal. I tried to scare him off by forming an electric barrier between the two of us, but you know how our magic gets when we don't want to fight.
...He walked straight through it. I had to throw glitter into his eyes and barricade myself in a room to get away from him. He proceed to pound at the door until it was bloodied, then claimed he wasn't going to hurt me, apologized, tried to play therapist, and implied the current situation was my fault because I disrespected him once. Before he left, he asked me to stay away from him and his boyfriend.
If you can figure out what that all means... Take my dressing room, darling, because you're the star now.
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We had an argument about a month ago. I lost my patience and tried to hit him. He had a kill-count on his forehead, so obviously this was not my most stellar of decisions.
He shattered the right side of my face and core container using only his fists. I avoided him since, during which he must have gotten into another fight; when I ran into him, his hand was blooded and bandaged.
He obviously made the connection that whatever he hit last did far more damage to him than hitting me, which is suspicious for a man made of metal. I tried to scare him off by forming an electric barrier between the two of us, but you know how our magic gets when we don't want to fight.
...He walked straight through it. I had to throw glitter into his eyes and barricade myself in a room to get away from him. He proceed to pound at the door until it was bloodied, then claimed he wasn't going to hurt me, apologized, tried to play therapist, and implied the current situation was my fault because I disrespected him once. Before he left, he asked me to stay away from him and his boyfriend.
If you can figure out what that all means... Take my dressing room, darling, because you're the star now.