02-12-2009, 05:46 PM
This post sucks majorly, I apologise. :\
[html]
[html]
She watched his actions carefully, finding them focused and steady. Hands of someone who certainly had a trade, though she hadn't decided just what. Careful hands were only privy to a few things, some good, some bad. Deviating her eyes from his pill bottle to his face as he curiously mused aloud, his expression drew out her honesty. “I don't know. I'm not sure what I believe in. Why do you ask?” It was more like her father and her brother, she supposed, to have something to believe in. Voices, God, Fate, whatever. What she believed in was a lot like the schism internally: was she more of a wolf, or more of a coyote?
[/html]