Madame Lionheart
She/Her
28
November 1
Mauville City
Pansexual
ceo
executive
say a prayer for the wicked
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Summer Atreides
reparation
POSTED ON Aug 17, 2022 2:57:32 GMT
Summer felt the tickling sensation of his hair coming down to touch her shoulders, sending small tingles and goosebumps over her skin. She closed her eyes, accepting the kiss placed on her forehead.
Her gaze tracked him as he settled to her side, allowing her to sit up again. She decided that perhaps she should try to put something on her stomach, since she hadn't eaten in a while. And maybe it'd curb the ebbing nausea, that was like a flowing river picking up the tide before calming again.
"I don't know if I realized that you were that nervous to talk to me. I figured, since you had approached me in the berry patch, you were more confident."
It wasn't a jab. They all needed a little push. Summer's poison was just alcohol.
"I'm glad we did, though. Me and you, dancing at the Soiree. Sneaking off together... even seeing those desires. Even if mine were not so pleasant compared to yours," she said, recalling how hers were played out to fruition.
Killing her father.
Protecting her brother, and Casey.
Chewing, trying to swallow down the food without having an urge to get sick, Summer considered what he said.
"Well, you can't control everything, right? I don't think you should take blame yourself for not stopping it. It also lies on his shoulders for not controlling himself or talking through the situation..."
Not that she had much advice on that. She was a volatile person, just ask her brother.
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