09-15-2018, 05:33 AM
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Unease touched the faint curl of her lips, brown furrowed over maroon left darkened, flicking away as the Helion continued to speak. “I would be happy to,” forced are they, though she made an attempt to lighten her tone, allow some flicker of joy within yet how to speak of her searching. What words were there to frame the want to find the man who had a hand in giving her life only to crush it, seeing his own daughter as nothing more than a broken plaything tossed aside once she proved useless.
“Pierce,” automatic in her response, name drawn across her tongue in an easy breath. Indeed she remembered the other, if not well, and thought rather well of what little she had seen, proving himself a good person. "Thank you."
Unease touched the faint curl of her lips, brown furrowed over maroon left darkened, flicking away as the Helion continued to speak. “I would be happy to,” forced are they, though she made an attempt to lighten her tone, allow some flicker of joy within yet how to speak of her searching. What words were there to frame the want to find the man who had a hand in giving her life only to crush it, seeing his own daughter as nothing more than a broken plaything tossed aside once she proved useless.
“Pierce,” automatic in her response, name drawn across her tongue in an easy breath. Indeed she remembered the other, if not well, and thought rather well of what little she had seen, proving himself a good person. "Thank you."
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the wolves will chase you by the pale moonlight
[div style="font-size:8pt;color:#000;font-family:arial;margin-top:-10px"][color=#000]drunk & driven by the devil's hunger, drive your son like a railroad spike