#feroxlea

@feroxlea​  said: ❛ are you throwing rocks at my window? ❜

“if we both stick to the story, they can’t prove anything.”

While Semira was covered in her own blood, as was the floor around her, her wounds had healed almost immediately as they were inflicted. By the looks of it, she had lost a lot of blood. She traveled to territory that was new to her, and in doing so, she ended up here. The details were fuzzy. Semira only remembered blacking out and waking up here.

“I don’t know what I’m doing here or who you are.” she told the other. 

          ❛  see something you like or you just got a staring problem?  ❜   she didn’t know if she’d been spotted and remembered as the star she was,  the one she had to disappear as because she couldn’t keep being asked why the hell she wasn’t aging.  placing a hand on her hip,  ramona glances at the other woman,  trying to figure out what in the hell she was doing there to begin with.

“i like that thing you do. with the knife. do it again?”

“you know. . . i think this is the first time i’ve stayed the night.”