‍𝗜͟𝘃͟𝘆.

Her face distorts into one of disdain as she listens to his pleas. It makes her sick to her stomach. She doesn’t understand how he does it; this utter belief, this mercy that she can hear he actually believes is a better way. She scoffs. Staring down at the man, a whisper. +

She grinds her teeth together, a clear irritation across her face. She looks down at the man, the bright red burn across his face. Every fibre of her being wants to slam her hand against his whole face, and feel him scream beneath her, like the Green has screamed beneath +

Yes, that all sounds wonderful on paper, doesn’t it? Unfortunately, useless for someone like this. He’s lost his chance. He’ll feel his flesh peel away for all the information Ivy wants, his associates, everyone he’s dealt with. They all need to feel natures wrath. They all +