izillama
First Post
Clover coughed as she stepped through the rubble and into the cold darkness of the next chamber. She gave a quick look around and wrinkled her nose, "Meh, it smells like a sewer in here."
Then, she looked up at the preacher, finally happy to know his name. She bowed her head in respect for a man of the cloth, "Father Koln? I'm Angelica. Angelica Edwards. But you can call me Clover."
Then, not having been able to say so for quite some time, she swallowed her pride and looked away from him, "And... thank you for saving me. Back in the club. In the alleyway... sort of. Etcetera."
But inwardly, she sighed as though the whole situation was very bothersome. Actually, though she had always harbored such "sweet" thoughts (lol), Clover now found her mind corrupted by a blunt cynicism.
'Well, good job being a meat shield, Father. Never pity the gullible.'
Then, she looked up at the preacher, finally happy to know his name. She bowed her head in respect for a man of the cloth, "Father Koln? I'm Angelica. Angelica Edwards. But you can call me Clover."
Then, not having been able to say so for quite some time, she swallowed her pride and looked away from him, "And... thank you for saving me. Back in the club. In the alleyway... sort of. Etcetera."
But inwardly, she sighed as though the whole situation was very bothersome. Actually, though she had always harbored such "sweet" thoughts (lol), Clover now found her mind corrupted by a blunt cynicism.
'Well, good job being a meat shield, Father. Never pity the gullible.'