she's nothing more than a snake devil

[Laurel Booth]

This post are bad. D:

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A past life sounded about right to him, though every day could have almost been considered a past life when it came to Laurel. He never felt the same way twice, there was always something that nagged him and pulled distinctly in his memories one way or another. They had their tendencies to wake him at night and prevent him from sleeping; but that was just signs that he couldn't slow down even when he was physically tired. He half-turned and half-rolled on the arm closest to Poe as she leaned beside him, not breaking his gaze on her for too long at a time. His brow quirked and a smile crawled across his face at her guess.



“You've hit the nail on the head,” he remarked, considering for a moment if it was really that obvious. Yet one traveler could pick out another traveler from a group of people after a while, so he took a shot at his own ideas. “You look like someone who's done a bit of the same. You move too easy for someone who's stuck around in this place for too long.” Unless of course they were all secret movers and shakers and kept him out of the loop. Maybe in a few days the world would rotate in a different direction and he'd be met with a bunch of faces that spoke Dutch instead of English or French. Given the things that had been in his system a time or two from the past, it wasn't too far fetched.

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