Suzerain of Sheol
Desolation Denizen
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#105
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Swallowing another sob -- oh, no. Horrible idea. -- Wretch. -- Whyyyyyyyyyy -- Tsae hisses at Syrgei through clenched teeth, "Why yes... it would be nice... if someone could GET ME A GODSDAMNED TOWEL BEFORE MY EYES MELT OUT OF MY SKULL!"
Oh, Lyssa, there it goes. She gags again at the appalling smell and throws up in the grass. Ughhhhhh.
Cold silence has a tendency
to atrophy any sense of compassion
between supposed lovers.
Between supposed brothers.
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Posted 10-06-2015, 03:22 AM
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