by Ƨнα∂σω Ƙιƨƨ » Thu Oct 14, 2010 3:41 pm
Venoxys blushed again as she crossed her arms over her chest, a bit selfconscious he'd seen her without her shirt, but thankful she'd at least had her bra on.
"Oh, aren't you so nice?" Syth hissed as he rolled his eyes. "I already like the Angel part of you better than you," he grumbled, then looked at the knife with an unimpressed look on his face, and arched an eyebrow.


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