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golden_hawke-=Death. He can smell the blood in the air, even though he can't see it. His face is hard, much harsher than anyone has known here, and he remains still as he looks at the screen. He's still shirtless, his hair free flowing on some breeze.=-
This is enough.
-=It's unclear as to whom he's speaking to, but the black tip of his obsidian knife comes into view and makes one tiny mark under his eye. It looks like he's crying blood now, only that the blood just curls under his chin and continues the march down his throat instead of dripping carelessly.=-
A deal. I will make a deal if you stop this madness. This death-these dreams. One simple thing, and it will stop.
This is enough.
-=It's unclear as to whom he's speaking to, but the black tip of his obsidian knife comes into view and makes one tiny mark under his eye. It looks like he's crying blood now, only that the blood just curls under his chin and continues the march down his throat instead of dripping carelessly.=-
A deal. I will make a deal if you stop this madness. This death-these dreams. One simple thing, and it will stop.
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Date: 2010-08-12 10:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-12 10:22 pm (UTC)Run across a what?
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Date: 2010-08-12 10:26 pm (UTC)no subject
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