25 Unicorn Street, Friday Morning
Jun. 20th, 2008 08:06 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
on_her_korhalShe was bunched up in a corner of the room, one wing curled beneath her, the other shivering slightly up in the air. The voices had picked up in volume suddenly overnight, and now this-- this was all she could-- stupid stupid.
...Arise my... ... ... blades... over...
With a little twitch of a grimace on her face, Kerrigan failed to move. Beat this. Beat. This.
Even if she wasn't sure what 'this' was, or why it was keeping her from shaking it off, standing up, and getting her morning coffee.
A wingtip twitched.
[ establishy ]
...Arise my... ... ... blades... over...
With a little twitch of a grimace on her face, Kerrigan failed to move. Beat this. Beat. This.
Even if she wasn't sure what 'this' was, or why it was keeping her from shaking it off, standing up, and getting her morning coffee.
A wingtip twitched.
[ establishy ]
