the devil is not as black as he is painted
”Everyone dies, sugar.”
Safrin’s voice broke the stillness. Instead of appearing in a grandiose shower of starlight, she simply was where she currently had not been. Sitting on the top of the wall of stones, Safrin folded one leg over the other as she gazed softly down at the kneeling man. Her voice was weak and small sounding, but still even in her more vulnerable state, Safrin was quite the sight to behold.
Safrin’s voice broke the stillness. Instead of appearing in a grandiose shower of starlight, she simply was where she currently had not been. Sitting on the top of the wall of stones, Safrin folded one leg over the other as she gazed softly down at the kneeling man. Her voice was weak and small sounding, but still even in her more vulnerable state, Safrin was quite the sight to behold.
