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solong (heartache) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

Merope had figured that she'd been much better off alone, but due to the anguish she was suffering, she couldn't hold onto it much longer. Her eyes moved away from Martha as she came forward, she'd always been a flighty thing, wanting to run at the nearest sign of danger but never having the ability to do so. It was easy to tell that she was rather nervous, she was also cold and she had to tuck her legs beneath her body to keep her bits from touching the cold floor.

"...Nineteen twenty six.." Merope didn't move her eyes or her body any, feeling only slightly intimidated, but not as much as she would be, had Martha been a male. "...That's alright, I guess..." Merope's hand moved to her stomach, missing the child that use to be there. "...I'm sore, I guess..--I can't pay you." Merope started to stress over the little things, her weak heart working overtime whenever she did. "I'm sorry." Merope sighed.