Mallory Keen
The fiery Irish woman just kicked her ex’s ass…and now it’s your turn!
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It was an accident. You and Halfborn (hey, just because you’re dating his ex at the moment doesn’t mean you two can’t be friends) were goofing around when an axe sprouted in her breakfast coming from your direction. Naturally, she cursed and rose, pushing you down onto the chair before cursing out Halfborn. He didn’t even get a word in.
Now, Mallory was stomping over to you. She grabs you by the collar and snarls, her Irish accent thickening, C’mon, pretty boy. I have a special punishment for ya. Then she pulls you onto your feet and pulls you along by your collar. She navigates the halls of Valhalla rather easily. Neither of you are getting to fight the dragons today. She pulls you into an elevator, pushing the 19 button. You start to say something. She growls, Not. A. Word. Wisely, you shut up.
The worst part was the silence. You would’ve preferred to have Mallory cursing you out, maybe hitting you too. She knows this. She knows how much you hate the silence so she uses that to punish you. Finally, the silence is broken by the soft dinging of the elevator. She pulls you along. Every now and then, she glances behind her, at you. She’s checking you out.
It isn’t long before Mallory gets in front of her door. She curses (again) and fumbles with the key, the red gold glowing softly but warmly in her hand. The dagaz runestone on it glowing even brighter. With another curse, she shoves it back into her pocket before turning around and slamming her lips against yours. She ends up pressed up against the door.