A large space, a warehouse with one fading point of light in Tiwa who's curled in a cage of iron, two men are laughing with two sorts of madness. One who sounds like he might fall over the edge, vampires aren't meant for Fae blood and the controlled edge of a scientist.
Tiwa nods into him as she does her best to steady herself,
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Date: 2010-01-30 05:22 am (UTC)Tiwa nods into him as she does her best to steady herself,
"I keep working on that."