whistlersmum (
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2014-01-14 03:31 am (UTC)
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Despite the three layers of clothing, Whistler shivered. The hairs on the back of his neck stood at attention. It was if someone was.
No. That was cliché.
The voice was small, and, despite coming from right behind him, sounded from a distance and in his head at the same time.
"Me too," he replied, before his gaze followed the finger to the slender girl.
Was that perfume? It emanated from her and yet filled the room. Soft, and. Yearning.
"You. You're familiar. Why are you familiar?"
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No. That was cliché.
The voice was small, and, despite coming from right behind him, sounded from a distance and in his head at the same time.
"Me too," he replied, before his gaze followed the finger to the slender girl.
Was that perfume? It emanated from her and yet filled the room. Soft, and. Yearning.
"You. You're familiar. Why are you familiar?"