Suzerain of Sheol
Desolation Denizen
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#69
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"We're uhhh..." Tsaerri clutches at her head. "Oh gods, owwwwwwww." Great. The high's fading and now she gets to deal with the consequences chugging a bottle full of opiates and gods-only-know-what-else. "I'll be fine," she mutters, stumbling back up to her feet. "We have a... a what's-it-called. A prisoner to interrogate. Ow."
Cold silence has a tendency
to atrophy any sense of compassion
between supposed lovers.
Between supposed brothers.
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Posted 09-19-2016, 01:42 AM
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