In your head they're still fighting
She smiled again, though he couldn't see it, and slid her fingers between his much thicker ones. "Mmhmm." It sounded absolutely heavenly. Lazy afternoon naps in the shade, and the heat of the day. Swaying gently back and forth. Paradise.
Gretchen's mind wandered as well, though for her it hadn't quite settled in her mind, what she'd given up by coming here. It had been easy giving up something that had seemed more than a little out of grasp, something she hadn't yet had a chance to yearn for. What she wanted she had managed to find, and that was enough for her.
Drowsy and content, she wiggled her hips, snuggling back a little more tightly against him.
"Pictures all over," she agreed, voice heavy and soft. "And wood carvings on the mantel."
THIS IS HALLOWEEN: Deus Ex Machina
Welcome to Deus Ex Machina, a humble training facility located on a remote island.
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