she always tries, truth or lie
10-15-2013, 03:18 AM
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His name was a simple one, however appealing, one to be easily stored within her mind. She would only hope that she would require it later, so interested to know the likes of this strange man and the tales that he withheld. Emeralds would trace the scars that littered his face, and follow them down to his limbs, to his colossal paws, and back to his crimson eyes; fascinated, bewitched by his almost vintage appearance. She craved so deeply to ask of his adventures, and yet feared them to be rude or perhaps too forward for their short meeting. ?Have you travelled far, Conan?? sweetheart lyrics she would enquire, sugar-sweet upon the tip of her elegant tongue; perhaps she could ease him into the question of his past, of his juicy history. |