cigarettes, the taste of whiskey on your lips
still haunting my every kiss - do you remember it?
still haunting my every kiss - do you remember it?
Zariah glanced between Ronin and Astral-Projection-Ronin. Interesting. It reminded her of the dopplegangers she used to be able to make in Northaven. Alas, she had yet to figure out how to duplicate that ability here. But soon enough both stopped to stare at her when she finally spoke up. Clearly, as she was most places these days, she was a very welcome guest.
Yes, that was sarcasm.
Zariah raised a brow at Ronin's words. Be quiet? Eyes glanced toward the grasses as they swayed. "Is not the point to draw it out to do away with it?" she asked, but per his request at a much lower volume.
Yes, that was sarcasm.
Zariah raised a brow at Ronin's words. Be quiet? Eyes glanced toward the grasses as they swayed. "Is not the point to draw it out to do away with it?" she asked, but per his request at a much lower volume.
