Oct 2, 2019
" so sharp… you won’t feel a thing. " / from @clowncam !
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“What is the point of a knife that you don’t feel?” It was not so much that Lydia didn’t understand who it was she was face to face with as that nothing really compared to Father. And she wasn’t thinking of Byron Lithgow. “They’re personal, you know. It’s the whole point of them.” She muffled a laugh in her sleeve, eyes smiling. “Get it?”
Gotham was a city she liked. It was easy to keep Him fed, here. And. Herself as well.
“Well. Go on, please.” Imminently polite, she began to unbutton her blouse saying, “I like this one.” The fabric buttons were very nice, and blood on something cream-colored? It was never the same.