your love's a drag, but I need it so bad
04-03-2019, 02:51 AM
The first thing the bronze mistress noticed to her brother was that he had all the emotion of wet concrete, his facial muscles just as loose. There was no anger, no sadness, no joy or resentment. He did not even appeared bored as they conversed, that at least would have been something. For all the presence he brought to the caverns he might as well have been a store mannequin. The best she could say for him was that he was compliant, almost robotic until he parted his ebon lips and mused his words and question; he was curious, at least that was something. Paucis occurrit. angelic tones of enligtment, her tones were neutral and yet a smile sprread across her beautiful visage, displaying her ivory pearls. Ego certus non magis quam multi sunt extra nos est. her fiery gaze fell upon the horizon for a mere moment, closing it and imagining how many more did their bastard of a Father sired. Nephthys me esse dicito. |
