#hm .. we off

[adatrox]

oh , but here a beast of habit.   coiled nothing , everything , spitting black under the line of her shoulders.   the girl’s a roiling temper for just him , washing about the room as ink in a pool , colouring what gaze levels over , up to his face.   deep, yet , but undisturbed for the moment.   ‘   do save the lecture, cassius.   ’   »   @noforce.