The bat may have killed me. Xio's guilt is but indirect.
[Fivera turns her arm so that she can look at the bite. The kiss. She frowns as she pokes her little finger in the rip of the cloth, roots it around until she works past all her layers and finds her skin.
no subject
[Fivera turns her arm so that she can look at the bite. The kiss. She frowns as she pokes her little finger in the rip of the cloth, roots it around until she works past all her layers and finds her skin.
It feels warm.]
I think I have a fever.