Ankyra Sound no man's sky

omg kierke those colors look good on u *pet*

kierkegaard's question went unanswered for a time; his inquiry brought forth a wealth of questions caiaphas stonily refused to acknowledge. instead she resigned to inspecting the powerful frame of her old friend, the fierce leanness of his limbs and the hulking predatory grace of his stature. a direct contrast to the streamlined, dauphine form she possessed.

"starve." the reply was simple despite the time taken to answer it; one would have thought she had been scheming some elaborate answer given the moments she had painstakingly taken to prepare it. she shrugged, rolling her shoulders with the hapless mein of a defeated person.