Went over the sea
          { What did I find?}
                         A thousand crystal                                           towers
                          ╾ ♖ A hundred                                                    ℰmerald ℭities
{⚔} ── How many times did he end up resorting in apologies, even when he was among the revolutionary, his occasional good manners would generate a laugh. Good manners depend on time and context more than a real habit, right now, the less trouble he got in, the better he would be. A small smirk came on his lips when he recognise the person he bumped in, fuschia hair, ill-manners and without doubt the most suspicious gaze he got the last few days. Jewelry Bonney, Supernova issued of the worst generation. A rival of his little brother and a most welcome knight of chaos on the revolutionary’s chess board. Most amusing.
Hardly intending to be in her way or create a rickus, he simply stepped to the side once again, in an attempt to leave her space. Sabo would continue his own way. Quite a violent woman, was the thought that came into his mind as she brushed him past quite harshly, not that much graceful despite her built and most determined. A quick gaze at the inn, the only free table left was in the opposite direction and from her step and body language, Sabo supposed she was looking for trouble. Not most convenient in this part of town. He swiftly grabbed her wrist to stop her, yet again, from her goal. “Seems you are hardly convinced by my apologies, can I offer you anything?“ He offered, his eyes meeting the other’s. Not the best way to make friends or win trust, though the revolutionary trust that the call of her stomach would be stronger than the one to bother that family.
⌠ ♨ ⌡ The man turns out to be an obdurate fool.
She believed him as likely to have enough sense to be on his merry way out of the door and hopefully out of her life after hearing the rather tyrannizing command she gave earlier, but it was simply not the case. The man proved to be obstinate and foolhardy as they come – for how many people would have the audacity to desist the Jewelry Bonney from taking possession of something that she desires with nothing but a fatuous excuse to justify the insolent act he just committed.
Her instincts dictated her to bash his head in for having the gall to seize hold of her wrist. No one touches her without her permission; no one stops her from her piratey routines and especially not some dubious stranger with a seemingly farcical sense of gallant behavior. Is he even aware of her identity? It doesn’t matter, because if he really was knowledgeable of who she is, he didn’t show it. At least not in the way his eyes glinted as if handing out an unspoken challenge.
❝Get your fucking hands off me, I don’t need your damn apology!❞
She spats, purple irises reflecting the intensity of his gaze as she hastily tugs her arms towards herself in repudiation of his offer. Her temper reaching its peak due to combined frustration from the hungry rumblings of her stomach and her delayed occupancy of the table she wants, it’s at this point where all her ability to reason is mostly abandoned, her huger temporarily forgotten. Jewelry Bonney is not a woman of planning and introspection in the first place. Brash and instantaneous, her high bounty is mainly caused by her frequent fits of anger and the occurrences ensuing from these.
❝ Weren’t you listening to what I said earlier? I said scram didn’t I? ❞
Impatience drips in every word that streamed through her mouth, and it wasn’t to anyone’s surprise when she aimed a heel at the stranger’s foot. And if the expression in her features were anything to go by, it can be assumed that the kick wouldn’t be gentle at all when it lands to its intended point.
