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2011-08-11 04:53 am (UTC)
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He'd lose, if her scars were visible. And truth be told, she doesn't want to frighten him.
Her arms thread around his neck, and she buries her face in his throat, grinning properly now.
"My legs are not broken," she grumbles, her tone nothing but affectionate.
She weighs almost nothing, as if her bones were hollow, and all her clothes made of nothing more than feathers.
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Date: 2011-08-11 04:53 am (UTC)Her arms thread around his neck, and she buries her face in his throat, grinning properly now.
"My legs are not broken," she grumbles, her tone nothing but affectionate.
She weighs almost nothing, as if her bones were hollow, and all her clothes made of nothing more than feathers.