When will I see you again

She glanced over at Artorias, and tried to picture the stern Warlord tickling the Aegis leader. But then, he hadn’t always been the Hallowed leader. He had been a child once, hadn’t he? She got the impression the Warlord had had a lot to do with his childhood. After all, the two had been together when she had been purchased.

“It’s my pleasure, I hope the stitches aren’t too tight” she offered him another small smile. “I haven’t practised with stitches much” she admitted. They didn’t usually like to cut her, but preserve her beauty. There were other ways to hurt her… she realised her mind was drifting and steadied herself, taking the offered bottle. “It’s okay, I'm interested. It was always pretty popular” she explained, taking another sip, a deeper one this time. It was able to go down okay, now that she was prepared. It hit her hard, she was a complete light weight. She shook her head at Artorias as he asked her what was wrong. “You said I wouldn’t have to perform anymore, if I didn’t want to” she said. Had that sounded accusatory? There was no way she would say that accusatory. She knew he hadn’t been here. His promise had been an honest one. He just hadn’t been here to fifull it.


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