#lesser.

Tongue flicks beneath teeth’s wall of SURVIVAL & she speaks with motions laced in suspicious curiosity. Her interest paints itself as one so un-enthused, yet one that still requires what information goes still unanswered.

                      ＂... Who are you ? ＂

Tap, tap, tap, the sound of uniform’s soles click in fast paced rhythm against the concrete pavement of Earth’s beneath. Words are harsh, panicked, rushed, as another stands upon way’s midst & drip, drip drip, there is crimson that spills against her arm & stains sleeve, previously colorless. She pushes in hopes that she may proceed without parting anything but a warning through full lips.

Inquiries dance upon blood-stained lips, teeth tainted with the disentanglement of another’s flesh & yet still she walks the path of a life she was not born into. A LIE is the road she travels here, so careful not to DESTROY the beauty of growing life with her fingertips drenched in death's destruction. A gentle tone against MONSTROUS teeth & still she speaks with a thought’s honest curiosity. 

A concentration focuses not so entirely upon the work sprawled with a manner so unorganized upon the table in which two sharers of familiar class are seated before. An ability to establish this FACADE of acquired instinct makes for a process so careful, a girl born into a world so corrupt, she fights for the peace in which she believes those are WORTHY. Identity present, yet so obscured from the fight in which she treads thin waters, it is in these moments she must act as one of them-- them of who she wishes for such experience of. ( Jealousy is not a fond trait girl. You must remember to keep it under the wraps of your GRUESOME secret. )