Ƞɑɨʈɑɲɲɑ Ɛɭɭɨʂ Ɲɑʂʈɑʂʂɨɑ Ɛɭɭɨʂ
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Tassy stared with envy as Zen sipped his wine and had to take a few gulps of her water to settle her headache from smelling said wine. When she heard his rebuttal she merely thought he was over exaggerating again until he finally dropped the glamours. She could see now why he refused to look at himself in the mirror, the deep scars and long gashes looked to be the thing of fairy tale warnings of mothers telling their young ones to beware of the big bad wolf. Tanna on the other hand, while horrified that he had gotten these at the young age seven and was left for dead for three days, was actually admiring the curvatures of the scars. They seemed to crisscross and intersect in spirals and twists and turns making her itching to grab her sketchbook again. Before she could ask Tassy had to but in with "I can see why you would want to hide them but honest? I've seen freakier things at a muggle carnival." "Tassy..." her twin said in exasperation.
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