russian roulette with no luck
01-31-2014, 02:03 AM
the woman would jump at his statement, and the pestilent man would jump with her. was she trying to give him a heart attack? fuck. he would exhale slowly while rolling his momentarily agitated eyes. women. she would gaze upon him and he would peer back, his brow lifting skeptically. she was fair, more so than most. that he would admit. but her wits? perhaps not the best, given her next inquiry. he would scoff noisily, souring his expression and openly seeming impatient. no, no, no. the words spilled quickly from his venomous maw, his svelte hips swaying on his stilts. the wraith, woman. he would bring his finely chiseled chin in a loose arch, to get a better look at her shoulder from afar. do you not feel its burden on your soul? |
!! jae wears a full deer carcass (excluding legs) draped over himself
