Perfect, delicate, undisturbed patience of a soul un-touched, un-nerved, mistaken.
Too soft, too cold, a stone-like frame to a body of heat and fire and fury and flame.
Now push far beyond her aqua eye to the stone that sits and waits to die.
No perfection, not delicacy but a true, un-mistaken poison of efficacy.
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