I look down at his hand where it's touching me. As if he's not at all afraid of me. I know that's not actually true, he has at least as much fear of me as I do of him. Not a lot, but it's there all the same.
I have a feeling he would probably not be touching me there if he'd seen my arms beneath the sleeves like mon rouge.
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Date: 2012-03-06 11:58 pm (UTC)I have a feeling he would probably not be touching me there if he'd seen my arms beneath the sleeves like mon rouge.
"How does a machine have nightmares?"