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capeandcowl2012-05-14 04:37 pm
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two. ☠ video. ( backdated to this morning )
[ it's early in the morning and there's little miss Death, sitting on the steps of some apartment building. she's looking up at the sky before she speaks, hand sliding around the edge of her sigil -- the ankh hanging from her neck.
after a moment: ]
Desire's no longer with us anymore. Sorry.
[ and she fiddles with the ankh for a moment before smiling this... strange, almost sad little smile and then hanging up. ]
after a moment: ]
Desire's no longer with us anymore. Sorry.
[ and she fiddles with the ankh for a moment before smiling this... strange, almost sad little smile and then hanging up. ]
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[ and she does a pretty good imitation of it: ]
"Hoh 'hits a jolly 'oliedye wiv yew, Mairee Pawpins!"
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I might just be able to spare the time, if that's really how you want to spend our time together.
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I should have known!
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