( he jests, because gustave knows that the young charge of his would probably roll her eyes at him. there's a secret he keeps, of a distinctive scar on his chest that still aches, from when chroma pierced so horrifically close to his heart, the imminent tick-tock of death.
her hands feel warm on his arm, as he pulls her along, and it's something that he relishes.
gustave nods, going along with her 'plan', taking on to guiding her down the hallway once they make it to a familiar part of the building. )
Just down the hall. It's messy, but I promise it was like that when I got it.
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( he jests, because gustave knows that the young charge of his would probably roll her eyes at him. there's a secret he keeps, of a distinctive scar on his chest that still aches, from when chroma pierced so horrifically close to his heart, the imminent tick-tock of death.
her hands feel warm on his arm, as he pulls her along, and it's something that he relishes.
gustave nods, going along with her 'plan', taking on to guiding her down the hallway once they make it to a familiar part of the building. )
Just down the hall. It's messy, but I promise it was like that when I got it.