Said as she taps some ash off her cigarette, summer sun warming the copious amounts of skin bared by her ripped clothing and glinting in the metal fastened at her lower lip, in her nose and in her ears.
Everything she's wearing looks like it's been ravaged by maddened beasts, only the body underneath is perfectly unharmed. The collar around her neck is her own private joke, and perhaps a bit of a bitter statement. Rabid bitch she might be, but she must still serve.
She's sprawled out on a park bench, unconcerned by the looks she attracts. Her eyes are on Dionysos, though they are blank and void of emotion, her tone dry and exaggeratedly sarcastic. What is it like, she wonders, to actually revel in the madness you spread?
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Said as she taps some ash off her cigarette, summer sun warming the copious amounts of skin bared by her ripped clothing and glinting in the metal fastened at her lower lip, in her nose and in her ears.
Everything she's wearing looks like it's been ravaged by maddened beasts, only the body underneath is perfectly unharmed. The collar around her neck is her own private joke, and perhaps a bit of a bitter statement. Rabid bitch she might be, but she must still serve.
She's sprawled out on a park bench, unconcerned by the looks she attracts. Her eyes are on Dionysos, though they are blank and void of emotion, her tone dry and exaggeratedly sarcastic. What is it like, she wonders, to actually revel in the madness you spread?