She's been an angel all day, and yet beneath her skin there's nothing. Empty. Hollow. She wants to feel blood in her teeth.
And these two with their pining looks, the beauty of the flowers, the joy they should be feeling-- it revolts her. He seems loving now, but how long would it take for his gaze to roam?
Astrid needs to ruin it. Needs to stop it now. Needs to stop others from feeling the way she does.
The girl bursts onto the scene, all leg and sharp angles, approaching with a look that poses as innocence.
"Did you at least check for thorns?"