✶.....§.....Kaori.....§.....✶
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♫♪♫ "I don't have wings, so flying with me won't be easy..."
Kaori woke with a jolt, gasping. It seemed as if everyone had been dreaming tonight. The last thing she remembered from her dream was her throat being slit; she had dreamt of her murderer again. Shaking her head and feeling a stitch pop, she winced. She bit her lip, her hand going to the front of her neck out of instinct. That scar would never close because her body would no longer heal on its own, for obvious reasons. Rising out of her plush bed, she walked to a mirror in the room, seeing that she had, in fact, popped one of the stitches holding the cut closed.
”Oh great. I’m going to get it now…” She winced, thinking aloud. She looked around her dresser for some skin-tone thread, but not finding any. Settling for the black thread just sitting there, she threaded the needle, tilting her chin up and re-stitching the wound closed, albeit poorly. After she tied it off, she cut the excess, hoping that her choker would simply cover it. She’d be punished for popping those stitches again.
Calming herself down, she dressed in a long house dress and wrapped a silk scarf around her neck, seeing as she wasn’t performing quite yet. She opened the door to her room, walking down the hall and seeing the scene in front of her. Bella was certainly cute, if not a little clingy. She smiled, chuckling a little as she drew closer to them.
"...'cause I'm not an angel... I'm not an angel." ♫♪♫
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((OOC:back soon, gotta eat))