As he glanced at her, her pencil stilled as her eyes glazed over. There was a future there, in the Bar, one she had not quite explored yet. The labyrinth, Edward, herself.
She smirked as she came out of it, setting her pencil back to the sketch she was doing. So when're we going?
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Date: 2009-01-31 01:26 am (UTC)She smirked as she came out of it, setting her pencil back to the sketch she was doing. So when're we going?