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A silence fell over the warmly shaded woman. The waters were still, but beneath a tranquil surface, a leviathan lurked. Halo had no reason to embrace this sudden suspicion. The guesses swelling in her cold mind wouldn’t be correct and match the truth, but winter started to rage beneath her warm skin. Bleeding eyes. While this did not get the lady very far, it seemed to bring sufficient facts on the table. Halo followed the trail laid out by paranoia, and her mind was stumbling closer to the truth by mere chance. Samael’s red and a rapist’s purple collided in Halo’s son’s toxic gaze, and in that sense they could be referred to as bleeding. She did not want to believe this, and trusted that deep down she was wrong in her assumption. She knew she often was too quick to jump to conclusions.
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A silence fell over the warmly shaded woman. The waters were still, but beneath a tranquil surface, a leviathan lurked. Halo had no reason to embrace this sudden suspicion. The guesses swelling in her cold mind wouldn’t be correct and match the truth, but winter started to rage beneath her warm skin. Bleeding eyes. While this did not get the lady very far, it seemed to bring sufficient facts on the table. Halo followed the trail laid out by paranoia, and her mind was stumbling closer to the truth by mere chance. Samael’s red and a rapist’s purple collided in Halo’s son’s toxic gaze, and in that sense they could be referred to as bleeding. She did not want to believe this, and trusted that deep down she was wrong in her assumption. She knew she often was too quick to jump to conclusions.
The silver and rose fool said she did not want to speak of him anymore, but she was not the one to make the decisions here. While China’s blushing hand withdrew, Halo throw out one painted in copper and eggshell cream, fingers grasping for the retreating wrist dressed in the unique, ochre shade. ”Tell me his name!” she demanded, feeling a dangerous steam endanger her sanity. Yes, the boy had brought pain to his family, and the mother was standing left with nothing but the seething feeling of failure. Oh, she was not innocent, but the child had never been hers. It was the product of the blue eyed demon’s son and had been an abomination from the very start.