“Infernal“ blood grew cold. Vivid hues widen, now disturbed as her focus shifts to him from her peripherals.A once lackluster train ride now a growing concern.‘ It’s… Diluted. Happens when your family is old as dirt… ’
Izumo’s eyes return forwards,coming to glare at the pale hands that clenched her cellphone in her lap. ‘ … Are there any more like us nearby? You know—— the DAMNED.Since I obviously can’t tell. ’
———❝ You’ll get a nose for it, eventually — for better or worse, demons can be quite useful. ❞ He folded the paper over his thigh, finding himself suddenly disinterested in the article he’d been reading. It was evident the man was of foreign blood, but you couldn’t tell it by how he spoke. His tongue hadn’t the slightest of accents.
The man frowned, rubbing his forearm as if her words hadn’t struck a chord. The parallels in her statement certainly made him wonder.
❝ But damned is such a harsh word for a girl whose only sin is the blood coursing through her veins? ❞
@bewitcheds she’s got style, she’s got grace, she’s a winner
arm extends && fingertips soon come to PINCH the lit end of their cigarette – the smell was beginning to give him a headache. he can’t fuss at them for their vices but perhaps it wouldn’t hurt to take a little break. “ . . chew gum for a while. ” // @faustium♥
———❝ Oh sorry, I didn’t realize you were there… ❞ He couldn’t die from a blackened lung. Body unchanged by the years, all wounds healed. There were the few that mattered: two thin scars under the breast, a burn on the back of his neck, and a birthmark above his left hip bone.
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