Wapun Meadow bébé ils ne veulent pas de toi

the woman seemed to grow more steadied as merrick played the role of gentleman escort. "oh, that's not necessary," he smiled with a brisk wash of benevolence.
he was a god, was he not? tail flipping idly at his heels, merrick gestured in invitation that she should join him.
"besides, i'm too fascinated to let you go," came his light-hearted joke, the tip of an iceberg wherein the unseen mass was the snap crackle pop of a projector playing her death onto the green screen of his mind.