Suzerain of Sheol
Desolation Denizen
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Tsaerri is taking a hefty swallow of the wine as he comes out. Wiping her mouth with the back of her glove, she answers, "The first one. It was a lot of trouble to capture her, might as well get what we can from her." One more sip. Why did it have to be so gods-damned delicious? "Plus, I mean, you showed me your room, I guess it's only polite to return the favor." Shrugging, she pushes off the wall where she'd been leaning and heads for the stairs down, hoping she doesn't look too wobbly -- it does tend to go to her head pretty quick.
Cold silence has a tendency
to atrophy any sense of compassion
between supposed lovers.
Between supposed brothers.
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Posted 09-18-2016, 01:08 PM
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