Post by yvella strom on Aug 12, 2017 16:56:47 GMT
◣◆◢  The caged bird sings with a fearful trill of things unknown yet longed for still. | there was a withering and supressed despair in her heart when she had been paired on the mission with a child. the girl infront of her could very well be her sister. and yet here she was, slowy and steadily deconstructing a failing marriage; tearing it down to eery sin committed with the aid of a seveteen year old girl. ah, she remembered her mother's remark. how the mighty have fallen. she was dressed in nothing resembling the latest fashion- she sported maroons and not soft browns, capeless shoulders bearing only the weight of her untied hair. yet she had a grace about her all the same, despite the fact that she is sitting opposite to someone around eight years her junior and spying on someone at least eight years her senior. that was okay. the large recreational complex- the sprawling marketplace of goods and services, stretched out behind them. from their spot and a smal table, they had good vantage point from where to see the young lady of about thirty five whom they were supposed to be observing. but nevermind that for a second. "korrine, was it?" there was a knowing smile on her face that fell a step short of being condescending- it succeeded in being, however, eerily content with the state of the universe as though it was bound to belie a sudden viciousness. "out of curioisty, why'd you decide to take this mission?" |
LAIKA OF GAGNAM STYLE
Korrine Lovelace 
