( no matter how useful she becomes, felix guilfoyle will always stand ready to outdo her. gwenaΓ«lle finds that comforting, even as the bruises lexie had so gently touched speak plainly that she can't so easily shrug back into her old skin. lace her waist tight, cover herself in clinging fabrics, but she is changedβ
the whiskey burns. that, though, is no new thing. she hands the bottle back, exhaling deeply and resting her weight back on her hands, her skirts a pool of fabric around her, bare feet tucked to her side. )
Coupe had a demon's own time trying to teach me to be, ( a frank observation. ) I thought if I knew how to protect myself, no one else would do it.
( that has not proved the case. it's strange, to say so bluntly what had been dragged out of her in terrorβbut she feels differently, now, and she thinks perhaps there's a reason lexie came to her, particularly. )
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the whiskey burns. that, though, is no new thing. she hands the bottle back, exhaling deeply and resting her weight back on her hands, her skirts a pool of fabric around her, bare feet tucked to her side. )
Coupe had a demon's own time trying to teach me to be, ( a frank observation. ) I thought if I knew how to protect myself, no one else would do it.
( that has not proved the case. it's strange, to say so bluntly what had been dragged out of her in terrorβbut she feels differently, now, and she thinks perhaps there's a reason lexie came to her, particularly. )