Hello, My Name Is: Death
Volume Seven
BuffyFaithfan1
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I looked up at Jerek, my head on his chest, my index finger tracing patterns over his skin.
"What?" He asked, his arm around me.
"Nothing." I said, and he laughed.
"Okay. Well, are bạn wantning to take a vòi hoa sen hoặc something? It's four." He said.
"No. I want to stay right here." I moved my head back to where it was, watching my finger run along his skin, making patterns I didn't know what of.
I looked up, feeling an toàn, két an toàn under the covers with him, as if no one could harm us while we were under the covers, without moving my head, and looked at the Death Clan of the Fallen symbol that was stained onto his left pec.
"I like it." I said.
"You like what?" He asked, looking down at me.
"The mark. The symbol."
"Why?" He said.
"It shows me that bạn are better than the members of the Death Clan of the Fallen. It tells a story about you, it shows what bạn faced, what bạn lived through and outlived. I like it because it tells me that bạn chose the right path, getting off the tracks of the wrong one while bạn still could. It's like a cool battle wound." I smiled, and he shook his head.
"You know you're a bit weird?" He laughed.
"So I've been told." I said, and stopped tracing his body, and put my hand on his stomach. "I tình yêu you."
"I tình yêu bạn too." He said, and I put a leg over his waist.
Volume Seven
BuffyFaithfan1
___________________
[TEN]
I looked up at Jerek, my head on his chest, my index finger tracing patterns over his skin.
"What?" He asked, his arm around me.
"Nothing." I said, and he laughed.
"Okay. Well, are bạn wantning to take a vòi hoa sen hoặc something? It's four." He said.
"No. I want to stay right here." I moved my head back to where it was, watching my finger run along his skin, making patterns I didn't know what of.
I looked up, feeling an toàn, két an toàn under the covers with him, as if no one could harm us while we were under the covers, without moving my head, and looked at the Death Clan of the Fallen symbol that was stained onto his left pec.
"I like it." I said.
"You like what?" He asked, looking down at me.
"The mark. The symbol."
"Why?" He said.
"It shows me that bạn are better than the members of the Death Clan of the Fallen. It tells a story about you, it shows what bạn faced, what bạn lived through and outlived. I like it because it tells me that bạn chose the right path, getting off the tracks of the wrong one while bạn still could. It's like a cool battle wound." I smiled, and he shook his head.
"You know you're a bit weird?" He laughed.
"So I've been told." I said, and stopped tracing his body, and put my hand on his stomach. "I tình yêu you."
"I tình yêu bạn too." He said, and I put a leg over his waist.