well. she's nothing if not practiced at keeping her composure. she shrugs off her jacket, and wraps it around one hand to grab the flowers growing from his eye, while she takes a knife from her belt to the stems.
and, well, if she happens to swipe her hand through the blood dripping down his face, what of it. ]
Where are they coming from? In your internals, I mean, if you know.
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well. she's nothing if not practiced at keeping her composure. she shrugs off her jacket, and wraps it around one hand to grab the flowers growing from his eye, while she takes a knife from her belt to the stems.
and, well, if she happens to swipe her hand through the blood dripping down his face, what of it. ]
Where are they coming from? In your internals, I mean, if you know.