Jan 10, 2016
“you can stop looking at me like that.” the words are hushed despite any biting connotation, cheeks a pale pinkish-red that pales in comparison to the tinge of crimson that stains the knife in her hands and the pale tone of her hands. they’re shaking, her hands, and they feel too small around the hilt. but she keeps slender shoulders squared as firmly as she can manage and pale eyes focused on the other.
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