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a grimace.
“ why would i watch to catch flies ? they are putrid little creatures. ”
she’d only recently learned what flies were, and they had infuriated her to the point of madness many times in this godforsaken wilderness.
“ but if the wine does give me information,
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“well,” joanna purrs, swiveling her body now to face away from the mirror and towards her companion, “we topside folk have a saying as well.”
she stretches her arms high above her head, flexing sore limbs. “you catch more flies with —
i suppose i can handle a few. and i will always welcome butterflies. ” she gives joanna a grin and pours her a chalice full of dark wine.
“ i want you to tell me where you came from. i have not met many iblith with your skill for picking locks who were not also unworthy
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Courtesans of the Prophet.
ACT I: (These crosses all over my body remind me of who I used to be. And Christ forgive these bones I'm hiding from no one successfully.)
SCENE I: (Jesus can always reject his father. But he cannot escape his mother's blood.)
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unbroken eye contact. she can see the desperation in his gaze, hidden well behind the guise of desire. it would just so happen she’s picked the perfect time to sharpen her daggers.
“ oops, ” she deadpans, sliding the blade along her palm and creating a jagged, weeping
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sanguine gaze fixated on the steady thrum of * reader's pulse hidden just beneath the delicate skin of their neck. he imagines the warmth of their blood wetting his parched throat, and it only worsens his thirst. his fangs ache, and his mind swims with the desire to indulge.