A PAIR OF FROZEN HANDS TO HOLD

                    minuscule skull hangs as the viper acknowledges her own mortality, lower lip protruding and quivering with unbridled sorrow as she silently mourns the impending loss of her own life. red persistently streams from clenched jaws as a dull pain radiates from lacerated gums, her typically smoldering gaze having been quelled of its flames as tears well within her vermillion eyes -- yet the sovari dare not allow them to fall. and as the diluted cacophony of footfalls breaches the silence of her surroundings, her skull frantically rotates as her pupils dart to locate the perpetrator, dejected stare pinpointing her svelte knight in shining armor: her eldest sibling. gangly appendages shift and extend to bring the viper to her fullest and unimposing apex as she haphazardly pivots in the direction of her nubile sister, agony etched upon her own dainty countenance in the form of arched brows and a creased forehead. “‘santi!” the viper laments { quite overdramatically } before maneuvering into closer proximities to the dauphin, her skull tipped back slightly to regard the woman’s pretty visage. “‘santi, i’m dying!” is the repetitive declaration that greets velveteen lips, amplified due to her increasing panic.

and as her sibling rejects her claims of d e a t h with ease, the viper’s skull shakes with adamant dissent. “no, really! look!” she demands, allowing for her upper lip to unfurl from tiny incisors in an attempt to expose her minor injury to the woman opposite her, concern flaring within her chest cavity as she awaits her sibling’s verdict. “it’s RED! the girl dad hurt was red too, ‘fore she died…” she explains, tears now threatening to stream down the front her pristine visage.

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