Cut me down
But it's you who have further to fall
Ghost town, haunted love...
Raise your voice, sticks and stones may break my bones
I'm talking loud not saying much....
••Rowan Leigh Blackstone••
♈The Thieving Archer♈
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The petite blonde bit her bottom lip. Fiora had been with her ever since she was a small child. She had been the first thing Rowan had stolen. She had been taken by the archer, from her stall, the night Rowan ran away. Fiora had always been hers, but she never really belonged to her until Rowan left home. She let out a sigh and sat back down. The mare would be fine. She could hold her own for the moment. "She's just as fiesty as me..." She said to herself, pushing around the remains of her meal with her fork, convincing herself that it was just paranoia. She stared down at the plate, rather put off by her omnious thoughts. But just as she was starting to wallow in a dangerous cocktail of self-pity, boredom, and anger, the door flew up.
A man stood in the doorway and just about every woman in the tavern swooned and dropped where she either stood or sat. Rowan just rolled her eyes and smirked. "Oh, give me a break." She said with a slight laugh, a mocking giggle. The smirk was still trained on her face and another giggle escaped her lips, as she watched the bar maidens continue to swoon over the man. It was most amusing.
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Alright, I'll play along.
I'm bulletproof, nothing to lose
Fire away, fire away!
Ricochet, you take your aim
Fire away, fire away!
You shoot me down, but I won't fall
I am titanium!