Re: Le Memory Emporium
She gave him a crysalisic smile, and her fingers flexed on a paucity of choice. She wasn't Janus, she didn't want forever left over her shoulder and the effervescence that broiled and bubbled inside until it smoked her skin hummed like insanity come to find her with a knife. Whoever the moth was in her dirty denim with her cracked nails, she wanted to flush her out and singe her wings, leave nothing but sooty bones behind.
What would she forget? Everything. Nothing. Her palm itched for the knife, a present and a calm beauty in its silvered smile and she didn't want recreation, just the bonfire torched by the filament of her own existence.
"So you aren't happy now," she said, biceps and brawn and the man locked inside. "I always broke my blank slates." Another dazzling smile.