starter for [ ryvnza ]
A quickening in the chest; a whisper in the vicious air, and suddenly an impact. Normally an apology would follow even if it’s her who takes the ache from the collision, but the scent was familiar. It was irritating in a way. And the moment she turns to face the culprit, the split second before she could catch a glimpse of their face, her stomach knotted as though her body knew what lay ahead and was trying to warn her. As soon as her vision finds the source, her eyes widen, and eyebrows wrinkle. She scoffs as her features manifest a scowl. She couldn’t believe her own eyes but crazier things have happened. Before a greeting could be articulated, she felt it necessary to reassure herself this was real and with what she decides? A punch.
She reeled her arm back but soon as her tiny fist hit the surface of his cheek, it retracts. “Ow!” she exclaims, shaking the hand that felt numb at current and she swore tears threatened to fall. Though she had to endure and keep the tough act, or she opted to because she was supposed to be mad. Last she recalls, he went up and left her without a word. A text at the least, somehow sweet as she remembers it. But if he’s not back with a souvenir, it’ll take a while to reconcile. “You asshole!” she yells, as if blaming him for what she’d taken upon herself; biting on her lip and caressing the fist that started to swell.