My black fire's burning bright, maybe I'll go out tonight || A & B.
He had made her eat. It seemed like such a waste of time, the yellow light made her pale skin shine. Alora used to love the food here, it really is good, but the drugs made food taste so bland that she couldn’t deal with it. Her head is down trying not to think about the hit she had taken last night. Alora could still feel like her veins were burning, nothing short of satisfactory. The New York night was cold, she had shown up at his doorstep the night before, how? Don’t ask her. Her memory was a fog, glimpses of what she had done haunted her mind. Not that she minded, the thrill made it hard for her to feel anything but pleasure. Her blond hair is half up, it was getting to be too long. She can see his hand on the table, as she tries to swallow the food she traces his scars with her eyes. Her left-hand flinches, the urge to touch his hand overwhelms her.