I'm not prone to cursing, but yes, that's a very apt description. It's shitty. No, it's...it's fucking shitty.
[That's the harshest word Lust knows, and she doesn't think she's ever given voice to it in her life. But if ever there was a time for hard cursing, now was it.]
[She's quiet a moment, simply returning the look. She doesn't know how long she has here, whether another day or two or weeks. There's so little here, and so much of it shadowed by the dire and gory circumstances. There aren't many good things to reach for, let alone find. But there are still some.]
You could spend the night with me. I've never taken a lover of my own, they've all been chosen for me. It would be nice to simply be with someone for the sake of it. And to feel...anything. Anything other than this sick, miserable dread. To feel wanted. To matter. Even just for a short while.
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[That's the harshest word Lust knows, and she doesn't think she's ever given voice to it in her life. But if ever there was a time for hard cursing, now was it.]
[She's quiet a moment, simply returning the look. She doesn't know how long she has here, whether another day or two or weeks. There's so little here, and so much of it shadowed by the dire and gory circumstances. There aren't many good things to reach for, let alone find. But there are still some.]
You could spend the night with me. I've never taken a lover of my own, they've all been chosen for me. It would be nice to simply be with someone for the sake of it. And to feel...anything. Anything other than this sick, miserable dread. To feel wanted. To matter. Even just for a short while.