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[Word Prompt: Justify.]
Here’s the scene:
In the most beautiful setting in the universe, the Infinite Fortress of Paradisa, in a garden that blooms with the most spectacular flora that anyone will ever have the pleasure of seeing in their lives, Cassandra Sandsmark (or Wonder Girl) meets the person she hates most in the world and tells him that she’s going to kill him if he so much as looks at Kon funny.
When she says it, Prime just grins. It’s that brash attitude, the way his eyebrows dip in a malice that doesn’t match up with his mouth, and the way he says it that bothers Cassie to the point of wanting to just shove him to the ground, fix her hands around his neck, and throttle him herself.
“Right,” he says. “I’m so afraid, Wonder Girl.”
She pauses, gritting her teeth so hard her jaw might break, and her knuckles turn white from the grip she has on her lariat. Prime just stands there, with that insufferably cocky attitude, and Cassie dreams of knocking his teeth out with her bare hands. Crushing his face so he bleeds. Breaking his wrists. Reaming him with something sharp and forged by gods. She doesn’t think she’s a violent person but god, this is righteous.
That white-hot rage is the most intense thing she’s ever felt. Paradisa doesn’t match this atmosphere; pink petals catch on the air, a fawn gambols through a patch of white-blossomed clovers, and birds sing on the air. It interrupts the mood but it doesn’t dampen it.
“Better be,” she manages, furiously.
She turns on her heel and takes off, so high she disappears into the clouds, leaving the beautiful garden behind.
Here’s the scene:
In the most beautiful setting in the universe, the Infinite Fortress of Paradisa, in a garden that blooms with the most spectacular flora that anyone will ever have the pleasure of seeing in their lives, Cassandra Sandsmark (or Wonder Girl) meets the person she hates most in the world and tells him that she’s going to kill him if he so much as looks at Kon funny.
When she says it, Prime just grins. It’s that brash attitude, the way his eyebrows dip in a malice that doesn’t match up with his mouth, and the way he says it that bothers Cassie to the point of wanting to just shove him to the ground, fix her hands around his neck, and throttle him herself.
“Right,” he says. “I’m so afraid, Wonder Girl.”
She pauses, gritting her teeth so hard her jaw might break, and her knuckles turn white from the grip she has on her lariat. Prime just stands there, with that insufferably cocky attitude, and Cassie dreams of knocking his teeth out with her bare hands. Crushing his face so he bleeds. Breaking his wrists. Reaming him with something sharp and forged by gods. She doesn’t think she’s a violent person but god, this is righteous.
That white-hot rage is the most intense thing she’s ever felt. Paradisa doesn’t match this atmosphere; pink petals catch on the air, a fawn gambols through a patch of white-blossomed clovers, and birds sing on the air. It interrupts the mood but it doesn’t dampen it.
“Better be,” she manages, furiously.
She turns on her heel and takes off, so high she disappears into the clouds, leaving the beautiful garden behind.