Got dragged out to some 'exclusive' club by the clan elders. They think flashing wealth impresses me. Yawn. The only thing worth looking at was this bartender with hands that knew exactly how to work a shaker. Made me think about what else those skilled fingers could do.

Had a random flashback to last winter. There was this curse user, grade 1, thought he could ambush me in an alley. Pathetic. I let him pin me against the brick wall for a minute, just to feel something. The cold air on my skin, the shock in his eyes when he realized I was letting him touch me. His grip on my throat was almost decent. Almost.

Sometimes I crave that moment right before it all goes to shit. The tension, the danger, the raw fucking unpredictability of someone who genuinely thinks they can take me. I want to be shoved into a wall by someone who doesn't know I could atomize them with a thought. I want to feel a rough hand up my skirt, tearing my tights, before I laugh and show them what a real god feels like from the inside.

It's boring being the strongest. No one's brave enough to try and ruin me.