Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191023222228/@comment-25828117-20191024003559

"Shrava!" Lysilde yelled while she slowly but surely stabilized the wound that Garran had suffered at the hands of Emile.

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"Don't look at her." Whoever she was.

"Look..." He brought his hands up to the sides of her face to form a little booth, taking away her peripheral vision.

"... at me."

He was almost pressing his face to hers. She could see every pore every blemish on his face. The faint hint of greenish hazel in his brown eyes even.