by Ƨнα∂σω Ƙιƨƨ » Sun Aug 15, 2010 1:58 pm
Sarevess stood up, looking at Aeonus like he'd hit her. She looked down and pushed up her sleeve. Scars, bruises and cuts lined her arm, rope burns around her wrists. She didn't burst out crying like she usually would. "Halion hurt me." was all she whimpered. Her shoulders where her maids outfit cut off were completely untouched, her skin pale.


So what if I can't forget you?
I'll burn your name into my throat
I'll be the fire that'll catch you
What's so good about picking up the pieces?
What if I don't even want to