polite little bites.
A thin waiter in clothes ten times pricier than the sort she wore approached them, a notebook and pen in his hand and a few menus under his arm. "Table for two?" he asked, his voice suave despite his beanpole body shape.
Becca.
@rebecca.sunder.my
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“Dust and ash, flesh and bone Breath long lost, your ruined home Feel the power of cruel and fell Plucked from nightmare, snatched from hell Serve my voice, your loyalty paid With shadow life, death's due delayed.”
