The only fear... is fear itself...: thegreenkissofdeath: “Dead plant life.” She remarks dryly, examining... →
“Dead plant life.” She remarks dryly, examining her nails flatly as she stalks around the space, inspecting the walls. “In any species, if something has died, it must be removed. If not, it infects the living. Wouldn’t you agree?” Her eyes round on him, and there’s…
She blinked a few times at him, refusing to move her body away from his. “Yes, I’d heard of it. I doubt that variety of fungus was the mind-control sort, unless there’s something you didn’t tell me, Jonathan…” Her breath came out in soft, breathy chuckles next to his ear. “Are you keeping something from me? If we’re supposed to be… partners… you can’t be keeping things from me…”
feeling your soft skin against mine is what i want more than anything right now. we could ‘let go’ together. rawr.
The only fear... is fear itself...: thegreenkissofdeath: She watched the wall with disinterest, following... →
She watched the wall with disinterest, following his gaze up to the mold. She smiled, allowing one of her vines to cover it, pulling it off the wall in almost a full piece before flinging it out a window, not even a spot left to muddy the wall’s original color. “Not…
“Dead plant life.” She remarks dryly, examining her nails flatly as she stalks around the space, inspecting the walls. “In any species, if something has died, it must be removed. If not, it infects the living. Wouldn’t you agree?” Her eyes round on him, and there’s something slightly terrifying in them. She stalks closer for a moment before pausing just before him, her lips close to his. “Anything else I need to see before we move the plants in completely, dear?”
I hear there’s another one of me running around.
I’m not sure if I should be flattered or really, really pissed off…
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