Mafia sat on the tafel, tabel at mount justice. No one had been there in ages, and she was unsure how this tafel, tabel survived, let alone manages to hold her weight. She sighed, running a hand through her hair. She had only been a few times, and the last time she was, she met Atticus. Her mind mind wandered. Atticus. He was nice, and treated her well. And she respected him, and he thought her powers were... cool. No one had ever thought so before. And she had scared him with the snake thing. She personally thought it was cute.
Mafia looked at where the sofa should have been when she sat volgende to him. She sighed once again and hopped down from the table. It creaked. She flinched at the sound. And she shook her head.
There was also Burke. It kinda threw her off. He liked her, she knew. But he was flirt to be honest. And he could easily be playing her. Though he had kissed her on meer than one occasion. Did that mean anything like it did back in Russia?
She shrugged it off. She thought of when they met and he saved her necklace, and she sat on top, boven of him. it was sweet. But was it an act? And she rarely saw him. And because of him, she was being watched door the Batman, who didn't like as it was.
She kicked at the mounds of dirt, and let it settle around her.
Her mind was racing. Atticus, the mystery boy she met once, of Burke the playboy she knew.
Cadmus was her real name, yet none of them called her that.
She groaned, frustrated. And then in the blink of an eye, became a brown snake and slithered from the cave's ruins.
Love was too confusing.
Mafia looked at where the sofa should have been when she sat volgende to him. She sighed once again and hopped down from the table. It creaked. She flinched at the sound. And she shook her head.
There was also Burke. It kinda threw her off. He liked her, she knew. But he was flirt to be honest. And he could easily be playing her. Though he had kissed her on meer than one occasion. Did that mean anything like it did back in Russia?
She shrugged it off. She thought of when they met and he saved her necklace, and she sat on top, boven of him. it was sweet. But was it an act? And she rarely saw him. And because of him, she was being watched door the Batman, who didn't like as it was.
She kicked at the mounds of dirt, and let it settle around her.
Her mind was racing. Atticus, the mystery boy she met once, of Burke the playboy she knew.
Cadmus was her real name, yet none of them called her that.
She groaned, frustrated. And then in the blink of an eye, became a brown snake and slithered from the cave's ruins.
Love was too confusing.
I'm so stupid why in the hell did I when into that damn building. My sorry Jaivus. This is all my fault.
Dante.
Deep in the water, your chances little. A watery grave, your bones that whittle.
Pretty cool if u sing it like link...
Deep in the water, your chances little.
A watery grave, your bones that whittle.
Lay down your hand, and slowly u will die
And when again the sun leaves u will lie.
Here is hate, here there's mourn
Here the Demons hide u from your light
Here your wounds are deep and tomorrow u earn new
Here is the place where we, hate you.
Deep in the flames, hidden far away
A mantel of ash, a burn streaked face
Forget your loves and let your happiness lay
And when again it's morning, they'll wash away.
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Deep in the water, your chances little.
A watery grave, your bones that whittle.
Lay down your hand, and slowly u will die
And when again the sun leaves u will lie.
Here is hate, here there's mourn
Here the Demons hide u from your light
Here your wounds are deep and tomorrow u earn new
Here is the place where we, hate you.
Deep in the flames, hidden far away
A mantel of ash, a burn streaked face
Forget your loves and let your happiness lay
And when again it's morning, they'll wash away.
Deep in the flames, hidden far away A mantel of ash, a burn streaked...
Becca
