Amorette

" does this komo still believe in love after loss? " to put it perfectly clear, more or less at least, she'd cut down anyone who dare ask her anything personal. she believes in the love of the chase, in fact, it's a thing she loves most. she's known for her love of the bullet. a gun, always in hand, she's ready to start a fight and chase. she doesn't trust love, loud and clear, love is a waste and distraction. ahe's always got nala by her side, love or not, she's one person she'd never point a gun at. a friend, a partner maybe, but feelings aren't a thing amorette would think to explore. the queen of hell and the hell hound they'd call the two across the sea. notorious for breaking hearts and stealing ships she was feared, and nala feared for being her right hand. amorette's fleet is the largest of the known world, hell flower leading the crew, captained by nala. " First one up was a preacher's son. Last one down was an Englishman. " personal isn't her thing if it isn't clear. a lady who knows how to burry feeling into a distant memory are ones who know survival, the ones who thrive in a game on the edge. each day is a fight against death, love just clouds judgment and causes a hesitation that's more than once caused death or more sadness than it's ever worth. amorette learned to survive from herself. she practically raised herself. her shaky morals gathered from families she tried to be a part of. she'd search tirelessly for missing komos, take their place in the family, and remain there until her lies fizzled into the wind. the families were too full of grief of a lost love, most wouldn't even question if she was truly their child. she'd never had a family and every family she entered after kicked her back out. her emotions were like thorns enclosing her soft soul. she remained soft in her heart but her walls were thicker than bricks, impossible to reach her heart with a stone cold fence around it. "It's so good to have someone to be so bad with. " nala was a black swan. she mirrored amorette in a way she always longed for as well as ways she'd wished she'd be able to mirror. nala grew up without a family, her heart remained open though. she'd taught herself compassion over violence or walls. from the moment they met, nala was welcoming and kind to her. her armada just beginning, she needed someone she could trust. she was certainly a stranger but she had a feeling to trust her since they first spoke. and so, a duo was born. nala didn't have the heart to do what amorette did on the daily but she was more than happy to server the woman. she'd captain her prized ship, the hell flower, she'd drive the getaway car. one of the reasons amorette was feared was because of her right hand lady. amorette with more bite than bark, and nala with more bark than bite. they could balance each other and they could fill in what the other had empty.