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lily from what i’ve tasted of desire
i hold with those who favor fire What, did he think she wouldn’t want to get her hands dirty? She thrusts her chin out, ever so slightly defiant, petulant, call it what you like, but it looks good on her - stronger than she’s ever been before. There’s a light in her eyes that matches her hair, a twitch in the corner of her mouth that indicates the beginning of a smile. She hops in an ungainly and very unlady-like fashion over the snow, struggling to make her way through it towards the man. But make it she does, hair and clothes akimbo - but she imagines those things have never meant much to the hunter. “Give me something to carry,” she demands, holding her hands out for his weapons, or, I don’t know, something. If Deimos hands her something, she’ll bear it without complaint, waiting another moment before starting in on introductions - something they’d conveniently been unable to do before. But ‘hey you’ just seems so rude. “I’m Lily. You are?” |
{we can end it here and say he introduces himself, or you can post again! But i think it\'s pretty much done?}
