In the few brief seconds before Monica and Hajun collided, Kirina had a horribly anxious feeling in the pit of her stomach.
Like their daughter, the old dragon had a bad habit of losing himself in a lust for battle when he was aptly provoked.
When he abandoned his armor and weapons so that he could both feel and inflict all harm with his own body, he was already too far gone.
And honestly, Kirina was torn over whether or not she should have stopped him.
In this sort of state he was just as destructive as Helios was, and there was a real chance that Monica could get hurt.
However…
…Kirina really, really wanted to see her husband like this again!
It had been absolutely ages since she had last witnessed this sort of behavior from him; dating way back to the war between the dragons and the vampires in Dola.
The effect was so pronounced on her mind that it never failed to move her heart and her underwear every time.
I love writing but this is easily the most nerve wracking thing I have ever done.
every decision I make leaves me questioning myself if it’s the right one and I live in this perpetual state of fear and hindsight where I both agonize over the plot points readers don’t like and drive myself mad with the fear that I might make a new mistake and make people hate the story more.
i feel like an imposter writer most days.
on an unrelated note, rod wave girlfriend cheated on him and he bringing home millions of dollars I know I can’t be safe I don’t get paid till next week.
EDIT : I have been told my joke isnt funny and I am sincerely reflecting on my mistakes from the couch as I ice down my bruises
edit edit: I have been told to confirm I am just joking. my super sweet, gorilla grip waterslide antisocial little chipotle bag would never hit me (send help)
ok she’s calling my mom on me game’s not funny anymore