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[ 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. ]