[His hand wanders, abandoning the carefully-wound bandages to trace up Elsword's neck, over the black vines, stopping as his fingertips cradle the edges of the petals blooming from his empty socket... a beautiful, disgusting parasite. Is it listening now? Watching? Oblivious to their plans? Does it think it still has the upper hand?
Slowly, his mouth widens to a crooked smile, worries giving way to sharp focus.
A surprise. Yes, this can be the surprise. A gift of total control, wrested away from something vile and unworthy...]
... electromagnetic frequency is bad for plants. I wonder... will it wilt if I make you mine?
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Slowly, his mouth widens to a crooked smile, worries giving way to sharp focus.
A surprise. Yes, this can be the surprise. A gift of total control, wrested away from something vile and unworthy...]
... electromagnetic frequency is bad for plants. I wonder... will it wilt if I make you mine?