[ for a split second, Wolfwood feels something like a sliver in her side. it's cold and insistent, reminding her to think about a girl that got experimented apart, about bulb spattered with gore—a bulb she gets the feeling she'd considered untouchable until then—and a dumbass of the same ilk, somehow, grinning a heartfelt smile despite the hardships Gunsmoke's so hot to put him through.
yeah, could be there's something there, slowly growing through her like a goddamn weed, something she hasn't remembered yet but keeps getting hints of, but it sure as hell ain't the kind of love she's thinking. ]
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yeah, could be there's something there, slowly growing through her like a goddamn weed, something she hasn't remembered yet but keeps getting hints of, but it sure as hell ain't the kind of love she's thinking. ]