the boy talk — p, beck

[Amaranth]

[align=center][div style="width: 450px;; text-align: justify"][size=8pt]Behind you. Amaranth was suddenly very aware of Beck's eyes in the shadows behind her - she couldn't crane to see him, but Amaranth's eyes shimmered with an eerie glow as her senses were heightened by her demonic powers; and she froze dreadfully still, almost like a statue if it weren't for her slight tremors.

Why d'ya keep crying? Amaranth made an attempt to wipe her eyes, but she couldn't really reach. Shifting to look at least somewhat sideways at him - she wished she could be polite and keep eye contact, but she couldn't move much with her short chain. "Nobody knows I'm here. Not even my brother. I fucking abandoned him in the Typhoon with those assholes like a fucking-" she cut herself off, her anger starting to flare up her elementals. If she wanted, she could melt through the metal shackles around her legs, but she wasn't going to try and make this any worse. "Why does it matter to you. You just think I'm garbage, a rat from the Typhoon wanting to run off with your secrets like a petty thief."

"Speech."