“I should just-”Alexis begins, but then is cut off. xnx You did bring spare clothes right?” she yawns, the fugue slowly relinquishing under the weight of the morning light and the tastes of blood and mucus. Within mere moments, the blade is kissing her pale flesh, reaping a new trail of blood in its wake. Alexis dips her quill into her ink pot, only to find it empty. “A-aa-again” Alexis pleads breathlessly. What if she doesn’t feel the same? “You know,” she begins suggestively, “My dad probably wouldn’t notice a few missing bottles, and he’s on late shift today.” Olivia nods towards the cabinet. “Sorry mum,” she replies hastily, wiping the blood off of her mouth and dragging the sleeve of her shirt down,” you just startled me and I dropped my ink pot. “A-aa-again” Alexis pleads breathlessly. In this moment she is disembodied, no feeling
