"Do you want it to hurt?" she asks. "I could make it hurt if you wanted. But you don't like things that hurt, do you?"
She drums her fingernails on the table, each black-clad, white-tipped nail pounding loudly. "Trust me or not, no one else has those memories but me." The look in her eyes is almost concerned. Almost. "And who knows how much I remember of the one you love? Who loves you in return?"
(OOC: Okay, I've decided what will happen if you let Dru in. It's gonna be a mindfrell, but as a sappy Aeryn/John 'shipper, it won't--directly--touch the 'ship. I'll drop you an email if you decide to go along with it and let you know what's going on. I don't want to describe it here, because a) it's not obvious and b) it doesn't take effect now because we're sort of backtracking here since this took place before the place became Zombie Central.)
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She drums her fingernails on the table, each black-clad, white-tipped nail pounding loudly. "Trust me or not, no one else has those memories but me." The look in her eyes is almost concerned. Almost. "And who knows how much I remember of the one you love? Who loves you in return?"
(OOC: Okay, I've decided what will happen if you let Dru in. It's gonna be a mindfrell, but as a sappy Aeryn/John 'shipper, it won't--directly--touch the 'ship. I'll drop you an email if you decide to go along with it and let you know what's going on. I don't want to describe it here, because a) it's not obvious and b) it doesn't take effect now because we're sort of backtracking here since this took place before the place became Zombie Central.)