"Ah - there you are." Dahlia appears in the doorway to the room like a ghost, long fingers grasping the frame, dark curls left loose and carefree in the Longheat weather. "You are the Spyglass, are you not?" With a smile, she straightens up and beckons him with her. "I was told to come and look for you. There's something I need to show you."
Without waiting for a response - she has spied enough of the Hart boy to know that compliance is all but stitched into the fabric of his being (it's something she's counting on, for now and for the future, in fact) - she disappears down the corridor and into what, at a first glance, seems to be one of the supply closets for the Needle.
Without waiting for a response - she has spied enough of the Hart boy to know that compliance is all but stitched into the fabric of his being (it's something she's counting on, for now and for the future, in fact) - she disappears down the corridor and into what, at a first glance, seems to be one of the supply closets for the Needle.
let me put my lips to something
let me wrap my teeth around the world
let me wrap my teeth around the world
