Dahozhoni Meadow Correr

y tu <3

beauty belonged to what was untouchable. juárez consumed no part of silvertongue that she had not been trained to give. quietly she lay upon the ground beside him, turning her head to stare into those blooded eyes. "then i die." her voice grew in laughter, grew and grew and grew until she was weeping, tears streaming from her eyes as she felt the inability to wait any longer starting to take hold of her flesh. he was means to a prettier end. his stain upon her thighs would mean nothing momentarily.