*kisses on the cheek* Would you pass this on to the next 10 people on your dash?
Bad choice of action.
She steps away before contact is made.
Not a vulgarian, this one.
But queer. As queer as uncomely.
That soul of hers -- the vampire, the creature holy to its heritage stories, its tales of evil, its dearth in redemption -- was in a vale far from understanding, and further from breaching. She would trade a spleen for just one bit of humanity.
Note the iamb.
Civil tongue indebted, a brown gaze strikes down emerald hues. "Save your fondness for someone dearer."










