Stone Circle i ain't seen this clearly in years

the wounds were still sore, crusted over with fragile scabs and poorly dried blood. still, blondine laughed and asked him, you wanna see? if yes, she would open both eyes to reveal the empty sockets hidden behind closed lids. if not, well, she'd just keep on keeping on.

the scent grew almost unbearably strong. they were close, but because she couldn't see the targer, blondine stopped and waited for her friend to take the lead.