Suzerain of Sheol
Desolation Denizen
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#157
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Stepping out from the shower, now fully dressed, the heels of her boots clonking on the floor, Tsae snaps for one of her swords and steps over to where Syrgei is imposing himself on her floor. She bonks him on the head with it.
"Hey, wake up! You need to spar with me!" Steel toes prod his ribs.
Cold silence has a tendency
to atrophy any sense of compassion
between supposed lovers.
Between supposed brothers.
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Posted 11-28-2016, 03:42 AM
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