Swordplay.

She can be manic and she can be ruthless.  She can spin words into steel and sharpen them with her tongue. 

She can be wild… and often wrong. 

Loose hair and tight lips. She won’t sink her own ship. Wrong may be wrong but she doesn’t care much for right right now. She isn’t much for anyone but herself. Not right now, anyhow. 

She’ll sink the steel beneath your ribs. Slide it smoothly and leave it in. She doesn’t much care if it is a crime. She can be driven utterly crazy at times. 

Don’t play with swords if you are too afraid of blood. Don’t take sides if you are afraid to choose. Don’t test me if you are too afraid to lose. 

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