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07-21-2016, 09:29 PM
I already know I'm going to hell so at this points it's go big or go home She is glad to see the light that his victory brought about him, she always found something beautiful in the glow that another's pleasure brought about their eyes. In her infinite reach to find that in something, she admires from a far, forever awaiting the time in which the bounds of her onyx and icy heart are unwound by the tendrils of something brighter. A question is asked of her, purples zoning back to the molten golds of Rikyn's windows. Her hippie mind closes off, she could find a better time for admiration of the colors and glows that emotions gave off for later. Now, it was about socializing, about caring for something else besides inanimate objects or vibes, this was about the living, not the silence in which she found so much security. "No-no I do not think that is fair at all. Must've been quite the fickle you got yourself in." She says, voice like the air, warm in it's caress and soft across the skin. She does not question, does not inquire more about Rikyn and his battles, if he wanted to tell he would. Skin black like the obsidian rock, soft like the cotton's bloom, hair lavender like the drug, but eyes--eyes empty like the mourning hearts and as vigilant as the spider in it's web. Little surpassed her eyes and to see the ebonite man chip ever so slightly, it was just as much of as a surprise to her as she figured it was for him. Riykn was always the perfect concoction of when to ask and when to keep silent and for a woman like Zandora in which strived in the night and the noiselessness of it--he was wonderful. So she did not pick, did not ask, saving the man from her ever knowing what a chink in his armor might look like. She knew all too well the hatred off being so exposed, so raw, so vulnerable even in the slightest. If love was about vulnerabilities, she now understood why she had so rarely loved. "Sneaking in does you no good Rikyn, there are better ways to getting what you want." She smirks, a little playfulness lightening up the darkness that swirled within her hollows. She for sure had her own ways of getting what she wanted. "You haven't leagued up with another herd have you?" She asked then, suddenly curious about what Rikyn has been up to all this time. OCC: mixed between if this is a good or shitty post |
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