Lips Of An Angel

N/A · 07-18-2013, 02:00 PM

This was it. The last time he would ever see Orica, the last time he would talk to her. The last time. He was sure this was only a chance encounter and he would never see the marbled girl again. She shouldn't have affected him the way that she did. He shouldn't have even let her heal him in the first place, and yet he had. What did that mean for the man that had convinced himself his entire life that he was a murderer? If only he knew. She stood there for several moments after he'd spoken, her gaze unwavering from his before a hint of a grin tugged at her pale lips, her fluff of a tail curling over her hips as she set off back towards wherever home was. Demyan watched her go, his chest constricting painfully, and it wasn't because of the injury. He wanted to call her back to him, to keep her here so maybe she could help him figure out why she had him feel the way he did at the moment, but he remained silent, watching as her figure disappeared into the morning sunlight. It was best to leave the unknown as the unknown.

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