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[lettersandinkstains]

He wonders, briefly, if he’s touched a nerve in her. But he resigns himself to not asking too many questions now — he can’t get too under her skin just yet. Gaining her trust should be his number one priority at this point, but yet as he stares at her and how she tries to sit up as straight as she can to make herself appear taller than she actually is makes him wonder just how tough she really is in the end.

He’d only heard rumors that she was ruthless but dealing with her now and meeting her — she’s hardly a threat in his eyes. She is merely a child in an adults body trying to gain the approval of a man who appeared to barely even care about her. Her clothes, while they look ironed so stiffly, are baggy on her scrawny figure, her hair is cropped badly (as though she had done it herself without a mirror) and the hat to go with the uniform barely stays on her hair and she’s frequently trying to fix it.

They’re, for sure, in for a treat and Aston isn’t exactly excited about it.

I’m editing even though I’m not done with Altar -- I’m just trying to fix up minor issues from part one so stuff in part two makes sense, and I keep getting distracted.

Aleks is babey tbh. Her diet consists of coffee. And that's it.

[fvfavo]

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[higurehige]

"I'm not like you." I say as I lay upside down propped against a wall and on a pile of pillows.

"I take my eggs covered in strawberry jam like the beaten souls of the damned . I keep my room freezing balls cold just so I can feel warm when I cuddle stuffed animals. And I do most of my frolicking in the moonlight.

But this is what makes me,me. That's all there is to it."

[thebloodyepicpumpkin]

Idea Snippet

He cut the thread and dropped the needle onto the metal tray. The bones in the - his - wrist clicked, scratched, and protested as he rotated it. It wasn’t the right fit, but he had lost his months ago. You could easily replace your clothes from someone else’s closet, he found, but it was harder to do with limbs from someone else’s body.

He flexed the fingers, noticing the prints. They would need to be burnt off later; he had a job to do now, and he was already running behind. It didn’t help that his foot wouldn’t stay on either.