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 was bored. Not that she didn’t have things to do, she just didn’t want to do the things she had to do. But when one is a monarch and they don’t want to do things they need to do, they had the luxury of simply procrastinating, and that was exactly what she did. Moreover, she needed to let off some steam, her patience having been tested repeatedly over the last few weeks. And so what did she decide to take her stress out on? Vampire gourds of course.
The queen had followed a small cluster of them to the glade, having invited her left hand along for the fun. Torturing innocent little critters – a favored Launceleyn pastime. ”I wonder if your nightmares work one these gourds…” she said curiously, glancing towards her target practice companion. ”What do you think?”
The queen had followed a small cluster of them to the glade, having invited her left hand along for the fun. Torturing innocent little critters – a favored Launceleyn pastime. ”I wonder if your nightmares work one these gourds…” she said curiously, glancing towards her target practice companion. ”What do you think?”
