… savage and cruel and it shines like destruction.
Or at least, I’ve always found it to be so.
|I usually deal with it by shrieking like a little girl, thrashing helplessly against the bonds and frantically begging for forgiveness. I guess everyone has their own way, huh?|
|She shouldn’t worry about a thing. He’s really good at toppling over onto his side.|
|Yes, I suppose that would be very special.|
|Well, that’s a bit last-minute isn’t it? Honestly – that Raoul! He does make me cross sometimes, he really does.|
|Letting daylight in on industrial light and magic.|