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by Peace encompasssed her, each fervent breath restoring a sense of bliss.
Bliss.
How she missed it, its swirling desire, it providing motivation to continue, to be still here---to pretend as if all was alright in this cursed world, that seemed to be against her in on every step.
Ebony lashes afluttered Kat revealed gold hues, shimmering before they restored to its usual dull topaz color...hand ascending to comb through dark tresses, as cerise lips revealed glossy pearls; the smallest of smiles betwixt tiers. Perhaps Camp Half-Blood wasn't so bad. It gave a sense of security...even serenity, despite all its misgivings that everyone was cognizant of.
Deglutition followed as her hand descended down upon her side, appendages still and stiff, as a semblance of a frown etched upon physiognomy: displeasure following as she heard footsteps approaching.
Whirling her head, eyes emblazoned with fury as whoever dared to draw close, oral aperture widened to quip a hostile riposte, before curiosity grasped her.
"Who're yer?" Words slipped by as query escaped, stance hinted with mildness.
note: please do not respond with one sentence...
Bliss.
How she missed it, its swirling desire, it providing motivation to continue, to be still here---to pretend as if all was alright in this cursed world, that seemed to be against her in on every step.
Ebony lashes afluttered Kat revealed gold hues, shimmering before they restored to its usual dull topaz color...hand ascending to comb through dark tresses, as cerise lips revealed glossy pearls; the smallest of smiles betwixt tiers. Perhaps Camp Half-Blood wasn't so bad. It gave a sense of security...even serenity, despite all its misgivings that everyone was cognizant of.
Deglutition followed as her hand descended down upon her side, appendages still and stiff, as a semblance of a frown etched upon physiognomy: displeasure following as she heard footsteps approaching.
Whirling her head, eyes emblazoned with fury as whoever dared to draw close, oral aperture widened to quip a hostile riposte, before curiosity grasped her.
"Who're yer?" Words slipped by as query escaped, stance hinted with mildness.
note: please do not respond with one sentence...
