and it burns like a gin and i like it
Her trips to the barracks were far and few between, ever since the shift in militia structure. And by that of course she meant the shift in power, the grounds becoming an ascended playground. There were plenty of ascended she liked, but she'd never liked the Voice, and she never liked change. She'd slowly slipped away from her duties, training alone in the fields and with the occasional passing fighter.
But there was one place that had lost not one bit of her sweet time and attention. The VlamVloed offered a nice change of pace, the good kind, the kind that makes you warm and fuzzy inside. She sat outside with a drink in hand, finger circling the rim of the glass as she people watched, noting everyone who passed with curious eyes. How were there always people she didn't know? She'd lived here a year now and still there were foreign faces at every turn.
Home was losing it's homeliness, or maybe she was just impatient.
But there was one place that had lost not one bit of her sweet time and attention. The VlamVloed offered a nice change of pace, the good kind, the kind that makes you warm and fuzzy inside. She sat outside with a drink in hand, finger circling the rim of the glass as she people watched, noting everyone who passed with curious eyes. How were there always people she didn't know? She'd lived here a year now and still there were foreign faces at every turn.
Home was losing it's homeliness, or maybe she was just impatient.
put your lips on my skin and you might ignite it
AISHA
