[ three months. what's the passage of time to those who have passed on to the next life? they ought to be prepared to spend an eternity in this service, shouldn't they...? Avenger finds it pointless to dwell on, and even more so to try and plan ahead that far. she doesn't even know what tomorrow might bring; perhaps some much needed excitement. a good fight.
oh, but she's found herself distracted enough that she didn't notice at first the pages she had marked were being specifically targeted. heavy jackets lined with fur, boots with an abundance of straps and buckles, tall heels with metallic toe-caps and studs, an assortment of wide leather belts that were black save for a pop of color here and there.
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oh, but she's found herself distracted enough that she didn't notice at first the pages she had marked were being specifically targeted. heavy jackets lined with fur, boots with an abundance of straps and buckles, tall heels with metallic toe-caps and studs, an assortment of wide leather belts that were black save for a pop of color here and there.
Avenger narrowed her gaze. ] What are you doing?