January 2012
3 posts
I Like To Think The Words Scream: It had been a... →
hasntnailedspike:
thepalestrose:
hasntnailedspike:
thepalestrose:
It had been a rather quiet evening for Drusilla. She sat in the back of a restaurant bar, a booth all to herself as she dabbed her mouth with a napkin, though not an ounce of food had touched her face. She was polite, always polite and a lady, no matter the time. People kept coming in and out of…
The evening was quiet. So...
I Like To Think The Words Scream: It had been a... →
hasntnailedspike:
thepalestrose:
It had been a rather quiet evening for Drusilla. She sat in the back of a restaurant bar, a booth all to herself as she dabbed her mouth with a napkin, though not an ounce of food had touched her face. She was polite, always polite and a lady, no matter the time. People kept coming in and out of…
The evening was quiet. So quiet that some people would call it...
It had been a rather quiet evening for Drusilla. She sat in the back of a restaurant bar, a booth all to herself as she dabbed her mouth with a napkin, though not an ounce of food had touched her face. She was polite, always polite and a lady, no matter the time. People kept coming in and out of the door, she watched it spin, mesmerized by the glass whizzing around and around. But no one was...
