Finding myself, showing myself Finding a way to stay outta the way Holding me back, supposed to come right back Guardin' myself while I'm all on display I know you know all about it
Holdin' my breath for the day that you will See that the effort I make is too real
Once again she’d managed to creep onto his couch and pass out. The morning light slowly seeped in, her hands tugging at the blanket and pulling it over her head. “Wake me up tomorrow.” She muttered in a semi slurred tone.
Ro has had few interactions with the man, men, who are called Moon Knight. Each personality of the fierce warrior of the moon God seems to be battling their own demons. And, how are we sure that mind is harboring even more identities that we don't know?
Reminds me of a less seasoned version of myself. I hate it. I hate it for him. I can recognize the signs. The bloodlust. The gripping fingers of madness shirking around the periphery of his mind. They say it takes rock bottom to find ourselves. They also say human beings are one of two creatures on this planet capable of learning from the mistakes of others.
“Fist of whatywhatkin?” She muttered, humming as she found her way into the kitchen. She rummaged through the fridge and cabinets, gathering ingredients for pancakes. “You and I both know—crazy is exactly what I am. We literally talked about it for hours. Why you gotta act like you don’t remember me, marky Marc.. it’s starting to hurt my little ole feelings.”
The blonde huffed in protest, tired hues lifting to watch him straighten his tie. “Fine. You know you didn’t argue last time I asked for them..even made me chocolate chip! What’s gotten into you?” She shoved the blanket off and skirted off the bed. Her tiny t-shirt and seemingly painted on shorts barely covering ivory skin. Shuffling into the kitchen with a yawn, she patted his shoulder as she passed him. “You want coffee too, mister grump?”
