bound for flames
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let the dogs bite at your ankles

Yeah, just some words. Corona hadn't quite been there before, but she knew just what some words could do. Sometimes they were rage-inducing, sometime they sparked paranoia and dread. Sometimes they were the best things ever uttered. She didn't say anything, only shook her head passively and followed him towards the dingy bar. Halifax had a lot of them, but she had never really dabbled in them. Drinking didn't really impress her any, but she wasn't about to turn him down either.



Paying momentary attention to the old photographs, Corona could only imagine what kind of real creatures the humans had been as he fiddled around. The faint clinking of glasses and bottles didn't make the silence awkward in the slightest and she turned eventually from the pictures and placards on the wall to the dark-stained wood of the bar counter. Slipping quietly between two of the stools, she leaned over to watch him peruse. “And yet here we are, imitating them,” she mused softly. “We drink their drinks, study their philosophies, learn their medicine and read about their histories.”

let the sunshine burn your eyes
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