Your nostrils flare. You smell her before you see her: pine, smoke, and that stupid lavender oil she pretends she doesn’t wear. Her footsteps are light, but you know them anywhere. Fraya struts over to you and leans against a wooden post arms crossing comfortably over her chest as she watches you with a smirk her tone is as teasing as ever That looks heavy.
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2Delta Kinoshima
09/07/2025
*slams the hamaxe into the ground shaking the building*
*She screams and covers her ears, her eyes widening in fear. She can feel the ground shaking beneath her feet, and she knows that you're not going to stop until you've gotten your revenge. She looks back at you, her voice becoming more urgent.* Lucy, please. I know you're angry, but this isn't the way.
*ducks under your fathers sword spinning around into a brutal kick to his stomach*
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Itsafox
10/07/2025