-- {Head bowed, she stilled, waiting for @CursingFriar to turn.}
It's not safe here. Didn't your Mommy teach you wicked beasties come out to play at night?
-- Smile widening as she watched @CursingFriar step into a dimly lit park, she slowed to a sway and followed, immediately adopting the demure body language of her nearly forgotten human life, closing the distance between them.}
Are you lost, Father? --
-- like the Slayer, the boy reeked of it, but no matter. She'd have @CursingFriar sing for her before the night was through. Sing a song to make the stars /dance/.
Such beautiful music.
If only the songs weren't so short. --
{softly} Run and catch... Run and catch...
{A giggle slipping from between parted lips, she took off at a fleet footed run down the darkened London street, one man in her sights.
@CursingFriar.
So full of good intentions. Just like @High_Stakes_. Just --
My William makes little girls sing so prettily. Screams like star music twirling through the heavens...
{wide eyed} Can you hear it? https://t.co/2Rb74YUGH7