by Ƨнα∂σω Ƙιƨƨ » Fri Oct 15, 2010 10:50 am
Venoxys snorted as she uncrossed her arms and straightened her shirt, adjusting the low neck line a little bit.
Syth watched her as she wiped off the knives on her boots as he backed away a little bit, until he felt the wall pressed against his back, then eyed the army knife she made float along with other knives, and he grew a bit weary.


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