CRINGY WRITING

I write while I'm drunk on redbull, and you read!!!

Constructive criticism is allowed!

Disclaimer: the lady is no one! Just a set in.

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"..You're really going to get some blood in the way of your lover?"

she walked away from her. Getting another bottle of vodka from the stacked shelf to drown herself in.

"And here i thought you were the warrior who's seen *more* than the blood of her enemies.. who's killed countless of people. Won countless of wars.. Where did she go?"

She took a glass from the cupboard and put it on the counter. Making a light tap on the cold, hard surface. Humming softly, as if the lady's sight didn't affect her in any way whatsoever.

"Was it all a lie? Were the stories *not true?*"

"If I knew that it wasn't.. I would've saved myself the trauma from all those years.."

She quickly opened and poured the alcohol into the glass. She put it down when it was just enough to get her tipsy. Some of the vodka spilling on the counter. She took the glass quickly and put it to her lips. Drinking it all in one go as if it was a cold glass of water. Her heart was set on fire. Not only because of the burn of the alcohol, but because of the lady's look. It was frightening, to say the least.

she looked up at her. Her face not saying the same as her thoughts.

"I guess you don't have what it takes to face danger anymore, do you? Maybe the warlord has grown weak.. *frightened* even.." 

She slightly tilted her head to the side. Her lidded eyes looking at her with mockery.

"But.. who am I to say stuff about you, hm?"

She said, her voice powerful, but her mind filled with trepidation.

she turned away from her gaze, walking slowly to the door. wondering if she should've worded it differently. Wondering if she could make it out alive without facing the consequences of the lady's wrath

'To challenge a warlord. To challenge a near *God?*' Is what she thought. It's what she regretted. Being bold. Being *weak* and *needy.*

Most people who've faced bloodshed to people. They would've killed the girl already before she could even think of a sentence to talk back to them with.

But not The lady. Not with her, at least.