molly
she/her
31
october 16
elsewhere
pansexual / aro
functioning sociopath
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snake-eyed with a sly smile
womb
POSTED ON Jul 31, 2022 1:59:56 GMT
poipole is a hungry, greedy little thing and it's taken to nibbling on strands of anya's hair. but she doesn't notice. she keeps her gaze trained up, watching her smoke curl. ash dusts down and onto her jacket. when poipole pinches and pain stings her scalp, she finally flickers. annoyed, she dares swat the beast away.
it rolls in the air and makes its metallic, otherworldly sounds. anya shoots it a terse look. her hand is firm and though the ultra beast knows it could stick its stinger in her neck and be done with it, she has somehow earned its respect.
because it too bore witness to the creature they are here to meet.
the voice invades her mind and she freezes, eyes widening. she chokes a bit on her smoke, breathes out her last puff and ashes the cigarette.
cold blue eyes scan the sky.
"where are you, my dear?" she calls, softly. in her thoughts, she says, do you remember my voice?
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