[Justine slowly flexes her fingers as the cold seeps into her skin. It's hard to remember that she'd been burned a few seconds before. Her dark eyes watch his hands for a moment before tilting her chin up to look at Nyx.]
And what if.. .those memories are somehow wrong? [The words are only a whisper, disappearing into the chatter of the crowd. She doesn't know if he even hears her.
Vampires, the courts, games and intrigues :that is her truth. The world that's building up in her mind, those she knows and those who know her. It's beautiful, perfect almost, and because of that she can't believe that it's a life that belongs to her.]
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And what if.. .those memories are somehow wrong? [The words are only a whisper, disappearing into the chatter of the crowd. She doesn't know if he even hears her.
Vampires, the courts, games and intrigues :that is her truth. The world that's building up in her mind, those she knows and those who know her. It's beautiful, perfect almost, and because of that she can't believe that it's a life that belongs to her.]