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Post  DIDNEY WORL on Sun Aug 14, 2011 3:30 am

She felt like she was marching to her own judgement.  And she was, in a way.  Facing her own sins, the one's that she could have prevented.  And she wouldn't know if her sister would have mercy.  She was supposed to be watched over-- and that was what Vesna had tried to do.  But she was never brave enough to save her.  And she had to set things right.  Sofia was the only family she had in this place-- and who knew how long she would be in the country-- most likely the rest of her life.  That meant Sofia was her only family.  She still had a responsibility to take care of her, then, as well.  Who knew how people were handling her, at the ragtags? 

She looked down at her hands as she walked (in the end, she had decided to walk.  She decided she wouldn't lie to Diederik-- she wasn't sure why.), remembering that her sister was burned too. But her scars never went away.  Vesna had agreed to see Diederik's doctor the day after she'd arrived and had been assured that the damages in the end would be minimal.  It was all nicely wrapped up now.  She wondered how it had gone wrong for her smaller sister.  

In addition to the doctor's visit, she had another thing to pay her Dutch friend back for, except he had no idea (so maybe she could get away with it).  His clothes.  She'd set out very early so she would have time to walk and reach the carnival before too much work was being done.  She realized she couldn't be in any real polite company wearing a nightgown, clean or not.  So, she had snuck out of his arms and turned on the metronome she had heard through the walls when she first arrived there (he'd been eying it longingly since then-- she'd gotten the point), and borrowed without permission a shirt and a pair of pants.  No matter where she went, she always felt the need to look good (a side effect of her profession, she only felt comfortable only partially covered--) so she'd tied the shirt up at the back to get rid of the baggy look and rolled up the pant legs so they would at least fit.  Oh-- she had borrowed a belt too.  She hoped he wouldn't mind.  Maybe the punishment for it was already on her-- she had been walking for nearly an hour in the outdoors and that smoke smell was still nearly choking her.  He had either washed the clothes and not worn them for a while (they were clean, she made sure of that) or no matter how much anything close to him was washed, the smell would never go away.  She hoped she didn't suffer the same fate.  

Finally seeing tents in the distance, she picked up her pace until she reached the large threshold that promised excitement when what was behind it was all set up.  It looked like it was... But she couldn't be sure. This place didn't have the same standard as Mystique.  Which... Really seemed to be in the same condition, at the moment. 

She spotted some men working with the ferris wheel and, grateful for her choice in clothing asthetic, went to ask some questions.  Hiding her hands behind her, she inquired about the whereabouts of the blind girl. They told her the clothesline in between the sleeping cars but told her she should stay with them.  So, she flashed her temporarily disfigured limbs and it seemed as though their interest disappeared. She had gotten what she wanted out of it, anyways.  

Finding her way around after a little time feeling lost, she found the caravans and made her way between them.  She closed her eyes-- she didn't want to see her unless she was really sure she was there. It might be the last time she saw her be anything but angry. "I'm looking for... Sofia Rostislavivna...?" vaguely she wondered if the bling girl would notice the pipe smell. 

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Post  nahn-SEK-wuh-tuhr on Sun Aug 14, 2011 4:28 am

Sonya didn't think about her family much anymore--she used to, back when she was in the freak show. Mostly with bitterness. They pawned her off, like some antique that was damaged beyond use, because she was handicapped. Because she wasn't good for anything else. A burden.
Well, the joke was on them, now. She was much happier than she ever was before, blind or not. She was surrounded by people who were nice to her, had something to keep her busy every day, and had someone who loved her unconditionally.

Of course, whether she would admit it or not, she was being a bit stubborn. For sure, she could be angry at her mother--that was a relationship that was never going to be repaired. But her sisters...she didn't know how any of them had felt about the whole thing. Maybe they hadn't agreed to it. Maybe they hadn't even known about it until it was too late. But it was hard to think that fairly, when one was blind and sick and alone and frightened and feeling deeply, deeply betrayed.

And she had never been very close to her family, to begin with. She'd always been the 'runt of the litter', for one thing. The baby. (Although sometimes, in her dreams, she felt like she wasn't the youngest...) While her sisters were beautiful, statuesque, good for farm work or for marrying off, or some combination thereof, all she had really going for her was her brains. And it was awkward, sometimes, being the smart one. Certainly, it was isolating.

But all of that had ceased to plague her, in recent times. She didn't dream that she would ever see them again, or ever have to cope with her past demons. Which was why her blood ran cold when she caught the too-familiar scent of pipe smoke on the breeze.

Freezing in place, eyes as wide as they could go, the shirt she'd been scrubbing slipped right out of her fingers and into the water with a small soapy splash.

That smell was too distinct, too ingrained in her memory to mistaken it for anything else. She'd smelled it the entire way over to this country, while she slept in a cage like an animal. The entire ship smelled like it...the Dutchman's pipe. She may not have recognized his voice if she heard it now, but she could never forget that smokey stench. It was what she would forever associate with being taken away by strange men, put into a dank, uncomfortable ship hold, sailing for weeks (or was it months? She'd lost track of the time, then...) to a strange country, uncertain of her future--or if she would even have one. All while blind and recuperating from the fresh burns that grew on her like rot. It was what she associated with the most traumatizing experience of her life.

And now it was back, to make her experience it again.

Not even hearing her sister's voice when she asked for her, she broke into a high-pitched scream of absolute terror, her face as white as a ghost's. Sobbing hysterically, she pitched forward aimlessly, grasping for someone, nearly tripping, shrieking in a choked voice, "C-Cosim! Help! Cosim!!" She'd begun to catch on that he was almost always nearby--and for the first time, she realized that it was a really good thing, after all.

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Post  DIDNEY WORL on Sun Aug 14, 2011 4:53 am

Vesna's eyes shot back open when the screaming started. It was the smoke. She wasn't sure what memories lurked behind the fragrance (to her it wasn't much of a 'stench') but she hadn't expected them to be good. But... She hadn't expected them to be like this, either. But... Just as the smell was familiar to her sister... Something in the poor girl's plea for help was familiar to Vesna. The name. Cosim.

The call was entirely new to the man who owned the name in question... But he wasn't unprepared. Since every morning the rides were checked and tuned up so that no unfortunate accidents would happen, he was in a different group of men, making repairs to the merry-go-round, a ways away (and the distance pained him). But that shriek scared birds out of the trees, and scared him to attention, crowbar already in hand. He would have no problem killing someone there and now. So he sprinted, not even paying attention to his heaving lungs (that seemed to get worse as the smell of perfumed smoke got thicker) as he finally reached her and hefted her up into his arms to tell he was there with her even before he laid eyes on the supposed assailant. But when he did...

The crowbar dropped from his hands, and he stood there in some sort of surreal shock.

Meanwhile, Vesna was even more confused. This man had approached with killer's eyes. And he was the 'Cosim'. He didn't look like her Cosim. Her bright eyed lost child. He had prison manacles. But she could jus barely see the black ink that lied under one of them. She wasn't sure who she was going to address first. But Cosim knew what to say, apparently.

Holding her closer now that he had a free hand, he kissed her forehead and spoke against it, "Ssh... It's alright..." It didn't seem so. And he wasn't sure why. The woman in front of him wouldn't hurt a fly. Well, unless it hurt something she loved. She must have just surprised Sonya, not knowing she was blind. And the small, defenseless woman could only be afraid. "You're safe... You're safe with me..." He was only mirroring words the woman standing alone had said to him so long ago. Reluctantly turning away from his beloved to face his former guardian, he said quietly, as of they both had met only recently. "Are you here for me...?"

"No." She smiled sadly. "Maybe soon... You have alot to explain for." He looked completely different. And not for the better. "But I'm glad... You know...it's a relief..." She nodded her head towards Sonya. There couldn't have been a better man.

"We'll talk..."

"Later. I'm here to talk to her..." She walked closer and took Sonya's hand with her own bandaged one. "I know what you think. It's not happening." She didn't know if her real identity would be any less despised than the one she appeared to be to the sightless girl. "It's me. Vesna."


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Post  nahn-SEK-wuh-tuhr on Sun Aug 14, 2011 7:07 am

"It's not safe-- He's back--" She insisted, voice muffled as she attempted to hide in the crook of his neck. It was likely that she would have been a staunch follower of the 'if I can't see them, they can't see me' philosophy...if not for the fact that she already couldn't see anyone. And didn't feel any safer for it. Especially not now.

Cosim was strong. Cosim was big. But the Dutchman was, in her mind, a literal giant. A monster. Of course, she had never really seen him clearly--but she had seen him. The earliest days of her voyage to the new world had been her last days of sight; blindness was not a sudden thing. Cataracts had eaten at her vision gradually, until the world became an impressionist painting, and then...something darker, as she lost the ability to process colors. Those days, her surroundings became a blurred black-and-white image, as though someone had tampered with a moving picture. Those days, the only things she saw were the ship, her cell, the crew, and the Dutchman. Those days were indistinguishable from night.

Her vision died while taking the images of those night-days to it's grave. And they still haunted her.

Like anything that terrifies people and is then retained only as a memory, he became warped and demonized in her mind. Someone just barely resembling a human. And really, in the opinion of some, she was not far off the mark.

But when 'he' spoke, she was surprised to find that it wasn't a 'he' at all. And it was familiar. And furthermore, it was Cosim being addressed.

She almost flinched away when her hand was taken, but when the speaker identified herself as Vesna, she didn't know what to think. The voice was familiar enough...but she'd never had the chance to feel her sister's face before she lost her vision, so she couldn't know for sure. What would Vesna be doing all the way here? How did she even know where to find her? It didn't make any sense.

...And yet, why would anyone pretend to be her older sister?

One thing did pique her skepticism, though, and she couldn't help but voice it aloud, her words still wavering from the tears, "Vesna didn't wear bandages..." That was unmistakably what she was feeling, on the other woman's hand.

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Post  DIDNEY WORL on Sun Aug 14, 2011 3:18 pm

"No one else is here, Sonya..." Cosim had never heard of this 'he' before. But now he had to. He had to know who this man was and why he was allowed to keep on living. Before he could ask, Vesna spoke up again.

"I think I'm different than you remember." She assured sadly. "There's alot I have to explain to you. I was in a fire...where I live. Everything burned down... These aren't my clothes... That's what you smell, I think. And...I need to explain that too..."

She was always intimidated by Sonya, if she had to be honest. It was frightening to her, sometimes, how much people could know-- how much more people knew than she did. That somehow, she was looked down upon, or that she would die not knowing something that everyone else knew, and not have a full life. That was, really, another reason she appreciated Diederik's company. He never claimed to be smarter, he only told her 'no' if she was wrong, and sometimes graciously never said anything. She couldn't imagine him causing so much fear in her sister.

"If it's alright with you-- Cosim can be right outside, you don't have to worry-- can we talk... privately?" She searched around for a suitable place. One of the cars had the word 'Ladies' painted on the side. That would do. It didn't matter who else was there, so long as it wasn't Cosim. She knew how he looked up to her, but she could still be in danger if he heard how she had just done nothing. And Diederik... She didn't ever want him to know he was anything more than a past nightmare. "In that women's car...?"

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Post  nahn-SEK-wuh-tuhr on Mon Aug 15, 2011 3:28 am

At first, she hesitated, but after taking a moment to wipe her eyes on her sleeves, she motioned for Cosim to let go of her. Lightly gripping Vesna's hand, she patted her way to and inside of the ladies' car, pulling the much taller woman inside after her. She didn't feel very comfortable leaving him, with the pipe smell around... But if there was truly no Dutchman lurking behind the corner, then she supposed it was safe. Although she was also curious to know how he knew her sister, she guessed it would have to wait until later.

She knew the way to her bed without having to feel for it, having become accustomed to the layout of the women's car by then. Letting go of her sister, she sat down, waiting for her to do the same.

A fire had been mentioned (the mere word sending shivers down her spine), and something about how she wasn't wearing her own clothes, but it didn't make any sense to her. She needed the story from the beginning, or else she wouldn't be able to understand Vesna's train of thought. Whitened eyes staring blankly ahead as her mouth puckered in thought, she decided to start simple, "Why are you here? In this country, I mean. How long have you been here?"

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Post  DIDNEY WORL on Mon Aug 15, 2011 4:05 am

She forced herself to not see Cosim's expression, whatever it may have been (probably no good) and instead watched how determined and comfortable her sister was with maneuvering around without sight. It comforted her, in a way. She'd never figure her sister would get this far.

Having to duck around things hanging from the ceiling, she sat down on one of the cramped beds across from her sister. She had so much she wanted to ask about Cosim... But some things were more important.

She had the impulse to run as soon as the smaller woman began the question. But she had come too far and been through too much. Her answer wouldn't be as simple as the question.

"You know... After you were gone, Mamo told me you would be happier there. That people there could take care of you. That this was a great place." She paused to take in a shaky breath and laughed nervously. This wouldn't be easy. "I think she just thought to tell the stupidest one that... And I thought, if it was so great... Why don't I go? I liked watching moving pictures back home, you know... You remember? They were all from America. I wanted to be a part of that..."

She could only laugh at what came next. "But I ended up as a prostitute. Which... I don't really mind. I've been at it for a few years...At mystique." Here was where it would get at its worst. "I saw you were there... I was too afraid to save you..." Tears stung at her eyes, and eventually fell as she was silent and trying to control them. Anguish was in her voice. "I tried to save up money so that maybe I could buy you out. They wouldn't let me... All I could do was keep watch over you. To make sure you were as safe as you could be... Well.... You know-- you know what I mean. I just always hoped... Maybe somehow you would know I was there..."

Even more silence followed after that, punctuated by painful sobs. "I'm so sorry, sestra... I'm sorry..."

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Post  nahn-SEK-wuh-tuhr on Mon Aug 15, 2011 6:26 am

Her face went slightly red as anger flared up in her heart--her mother had lied, then. But at least now she didn't have to feel so bitter towards her sisters, as well (or one of them, at least). Well...not as bitter, anyways. She'd voluntarily come to this place, when Sonya would have given anything to leave? For what, to chase a dream that was about as unrealistic as wishing upon a star. It was a petty thing to feel bitter over, but she couldn't help but feel that she would have gladly traded places, if she thought it was so great here.

And yet, that was nothing compared to what was coming next.

She struggled to grapple with what she was being told. Vesna was there the whole time? She'd seen the way she'd been treated, put into a little glass cage to run into desperately, spiraling into a mental breakdown each time? Her own flesh and blood had watched that while Cosim, a stranger who had never previously known or seen her, saved her? It was almost unthinkable--she felt like she might attack her own sister, blind and tiny or not.

But she forced herself to see reason. Cosim was a big man, capable of taking care of himself and protecting himself if he were to run into danger. Vesna was a woman, and just as alone and helpless in this country as Sonya had been. Watching over her was probably all she could have ever hoped to do.

"No, I didn't know," she replied shortly, struggling to keep her voice under control as her sister wept. She felt like crying, too, but there was more that she needed to know. "H-how did you find me?" And then, blurting out, unable to contain it, "Why do you smell like the Dutch captain?"

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Post  DIDNEY WORL on Mon Aug 15, 2011 4:38 pm

Okay. She was still able to talk to her sister. Maybe she wasn't forgiven, but at least she would be able to still explain herself. She was afraid after this she would be thrown out.

"I ran into a man who went here to go see that Franziska woman. I always thought you were dead. And that it was my fault. I asked him, and he said you were alive-- and happy... And I wanted to see you happy." She laughed through a sob. "I guess I didn't do it right."

But also she was afraid she wouldn't be thrown out. Her sister wouldn't understand how she felt differently about the captain. But she wouldn't pander to her fears, either. He was a good man, she was sure. If she would have stopped to think, perhaps her views on him were a bit superficial. The last pair of days she'd been around him she'd only slept. And the other times... He spoke more with his actions rather than his words. And his actions were unlike any she'd had before. But... Did she really know him well enough? No. She suspected her sister didn't, either.

"He was a...customer." She began, already hating how it would sound. "But... Not the usual." How could she even begin explanning what that meant. "I figured out that he had sold you there. So I told him to leave. I didn't think I ever wanted to see him again. But he left something there, and I didn't want it to remind me of him." That was when her stupidity kicked in. "So I went to give it back to him, and he wouldn't take it. He said it was an apology. And he said right out that he had done it." She wiped her eyes on her the sleeve of the shirt and the sobbing almost began again. "And I realized... We weren't so different. We both did what we didn't necessarily condone. But we survived on it-- and it doesn't make us bad people..." She didn't catch her words as they came, but to Sonya it must have been another testament to the fact that her sister was dumb as rocks. "He reminds me of home... He's a good person..."

She looked down at her hands, wondering what she would do with herself after things settled down. Soon she would have the opportunity to go back to the brothel. And she would take it, most likely. She would just have to wait until the other possible road prevented itself.

"There was a fire in the brothel and everything burned down. I had nothing." Absolutely nothing. "My art burned too, and I tried to save some of it. But all I got from it were these burns." She twitched her fingers again-- they moved a little more every day. "Piter took me-- well... Kidnapped me, I guess, to Diederik-- that's his name-- because he saw he cared about me and wanted leverage for... Something, I don't know. A place to stay, I think." Looking back she was glad it had happened. Who knows how she would have been if she'd stayed at mystique. "He got me to a doctor, and gave me his bed-- for nothing. I borrowed his clothes and came here today. He doesn't know." She wondered what he thought about it now.

"It's not what you want to hear... But thats the truth."

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Post  nahn-SEK-wuh-tuhr on Mon Aug 15, 2011 11:25 pm

Sofia absorbed all of this information with a feeling like a fist was clamping down on her ribcage, forcing pressure to build up in her small body. Expression stiff, she was silent for a long while after Vesna had already finished talking.

Reaching out, with only the slightest of tremors in her hands, she found her sister's face. She'd never felt it before. Her fingers danced over the features lightly, becoming accustomed to them. She didn't bother to explain what she was doing. Then, once her method of identification had been satisfied, and Vesna filed away with all of her other faces, she took the other Ukrainian's cheeks in both hands. Standing up, not letting go, she positioned herself in front of her sister, keeping her head in place so that she knew where it was. She drew her hands away, the right one still held in the air...

And brought it back with a resounding smack, hitting her sister with her open palm across the face.

Afterward, she didn't move, right hand still raised in the air in front of her, the skin stinging where it'd made contact. She was trembling violently, breaths coming hard. She wasn't sure if she'd ever hit anyone before.

"I'm sorry that you lost all your things, and that you're burned. And you can stay with whoever you want, it's not my business," she said, voice choked. "But just remember: you survived by sacrificing yourself. He makes a profit sacrificing OTHER people," she spat this out far more hatefully than she would have ever guessed herself capable of, "Don't tell me 'he's not a bad person'!"

Hot, angry tears streaming down her face of their own accord, she stormed out, knowing that she would be unable to speak, let alone listen, at that point. As soon as she was in the open, she grasped around wildly and found Cosim, shaking and holding onto him like she was about to collapse.

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Post  DIDNEY WORL on Tue Aug 16, 2011 12:26 am

She hadn't felt much of anything around her since the fire. But the sharp pain across her cheek brought her back to life. She didn't feel it was deserved. She didn't think he deserved that. Who was she to judge?

Anger flared up in her as well. After all she had done for her here-- after all her family had tried to do for her. They weren't rich. They couldn't keep someone around that couldn't work, that needed help, that wasn't well. And she was bitter with them for doing only what they could.

She stormed out as well, her steps heavy, determined to leave there, to not question her decisions anymore.

She sped by Cosim, who had lifted Sonya back up into his arms and was thouroughly confused.

"If you had someone else in mind that could survive by selling you, you should have fucking spoken up!"

Cosim tried to catch her as she marched off, like a child caught in the middle of an argument where a parent was leaving. "Vesna, wait...!"

"DON'T LOOK FOR ME."

She wiped the tears that were starting to fall again as she went back to the road, clutching her cheek and hoping they would run dry by the time she got back to the inn. Diederik wasn't particularly good at providing any emotional comfort.

Cosim was left in the dust, holding Sonya, knowing he should comfort her but not sure how to feel himself. Without thinking, he asked, "What did you do...?"

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Post  nahn-SEK-wuh-tuhr on Tue Aug 16, 2011 1:14 am

"I hit her," she struggled to say through a sob, still angry herself, "Because sh-she's sleeping with the man that sold me to that...that place!" It hurt even more to say it herself, even without flat-out saying 'freak show', and it reduced her to uncontrollable weeping.

The way it seemed to her, her sister clearly just didn't give a damn about her. Possibly in a worse way than her mother, or even Diederik himself. How could she, if she knew exactly who he was, and agreed to do possibly the most intimate act known to humankind with him?

And clearly she hadn't gotten her point through that it didn't matter whether or not anyone could survive or profit by selling her--the fact was that she had been sold. Like a slave, or livestock, or some kind of inanimate object. Not even one that was desired or useful for work; one that was used for entertainment. To be humiliated and gawked at for the benefit of others.

If there had really been no better choice for her family, if they needed the money and needed her gone that badly, then she would have rather them filed for life insurance and pushed her off of a cliff.

Because really, she would have likely died in those conditions at Mistique, anyways. A slow and lonely death. The only thing that had prevented it was Cosim, and her mother had not sold her with the idea in mind that some man was going to save Sonya out of the blue. She knew damn well what she was getting her daughter into. She knew, and Diederik knew, and Sonya figured it out. But apparently Vesna hadn't.

Well that was fine, Sonya decided. Let her be stupid, if it made her happy. Let her be with that man who was barely a human. Like she'd said herself, it wasn't her business, as long as she didn't try to convince the blind girl that he was somehow not a monster. Because that was all he'd ever be, to the people he'd turned into objects to satiate his greed.

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Post  DIDNEY WORL on Tue Aug 16, 2011 2:00 am

Well. He hadn't expected that. He wasn't quite sure what to say, except to tell her he would follow Vesna to wherever she was going to just to give said man the slowest, most painful death possible. But that wouldn't comfort her. He would have to bring it up after she was calm.

So he sat down on a nearby crate and held her, kissing her forehead and gently rocking her. What could he say, after such an experience? "You're not there. Not anymore. You don't need her. Let her ruin her own life..." there was hesitation in that, to say such things about the woman who raised him, but he had to say it. For her.

"This'll all blow over..." He was probably at the inn. "You won't ever see him again... Or her." Gouge his eyes out, see how he liked being blind.

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Post  nahn-SEK-wuh-tuhr on Tue Aug 16, 2011 10:13 am

She began to calm down, as she always did, as he comforted her. If there was one definite good that had come out of being brought to this place, it was that she would have never met Cosim otherwise. In a way, maybe she could have thanked those who'd wronged her for that, but...she wouldn't. It wasn't through their doing that he'd found her. It was through his own. His own goodness.

Through the combination of his constant presence and love, he'd been elevated to some nearly-infallible figure of protection in her life. Sometimes she forgot altogether that he had a criminal history. It seemed almost ludicrous, when she considered it, now. Perhaps because she was only exposed to the best of him, all the time, she was barely aware that the 'worst' existed.

Which was why she didn't consider the danger in her words as she hiccuped, struggling to control herself, "H-how could she, though? He treated us like...like animals--" A stifled sob, "With cages, and--everything... I--" She couldn't continue; she had to press her hands to her face to repress the grief. After a few moments, she managed to mop at her eyes with her sleeves and murmur in a shaky voice, "No, you're right... I'll never see him again..."

Or so she hoped.

((Holy shit, I just thought of something--would it be okay if I brought Piter in, briefly? XD ...I like how I say "I need to get more sleep", so I stay up until 5. :I Sigh.))

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Re: Judgement Day [Vesna\Private]

Post  DIDNEY WORL on Tue Aug 16, 2011 3:14 pm

((Sure lmao XD it's double jeopardy for Sonya... But Cosim rather likes both of them. XDD))

He continued to be silent, only to speak up with quiet words of love and reassurance, but his mind was racing at a mile a minute with thoughts much more sinister. The large spike he had in his belt for keeping tent ropes secured somehow weighed a little heavier. In his mind he was plunging it into the eyes of a man who currently had no face.

"Today is too much..." He murmured into her hair before kissing it. "How about I get you in your bed and stay there until you sleep...? I think you need it.... and" He lied to her so easily-- it must have been a cue he didn't catch that it shouldn't happen. "I have to get back to work..."

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