11-04-2017, 02:46 AM
a kiss with a fist is better than none
She knows he has been in Tephra for some time but she has not gone to him. What were 'they' even? Just two name, two faces. Not much had come from the days passed. The painted woman had not held onto a love letter now child in his memory but they had shared conversation. Words had been spoken like a soft blanket to shelter them from the cold outside.
Nikoline thinks she may be ready to receive his shelter now.
She coat is long with the winter's embrace but she is still recognizable with her distinct coat pattern. She does not doubt he would not mistaken her for another being. She moves from the chill of the outside lands, long white stocking legs are carrying her lighter frame easily as it had been some time since she had indulged in a good mean. Nonetheless, the woman knows the way to Tephra...his scent was captured in the essence of the typically acrid place. "Dahmer..." His name is a silver bell in her throat, rolling the two syllables off easily as she is clear and loud and not to be misunderstood. Nikoline waits for the dark cloaked man to emerge, curious of his reaction to a familiar face to his quiet past.
nikoline