The grip on Milady's cold, dark heart released along with the one Oliver had had on her wrist, and she watched him stalk out of the room.
She needed a drink, something with a bite. And possibly some pretty thing she could leave begging to lick her... boots. Something. Anything, to soothe the sharp edges and heat the chill within her.
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Date: 2015-11-10 01:25 am (UTC)She needed a drink, something with a bite. And possibly some pretty thing she could leave begging to lick her... boots. Something. Anything, to soothe the sharp edges and heat the chill within her.