Jan 1, 2014
parleley have you heard an angel scream?
❝I'll give you a bit o' anything you like so long as you get these off of me. Is that a good enough deal?❞ They slide their skinny wrists in the man's direction, fingers splaying across the table. Locked up, they were, for public indecency. A couple had found them sleeping in the woods stark naked, but how else did they awaken from their watery beds? Monsters were not born with clothes. Like man, they had had to learn how to encase their skin just the same -- although not from sin. To fit in.
