Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-38555415-20190830210907/@comment-38868122-20190928211948

Arlette frowns, her brow furrowing. "No, Charlie. It's mine. I should have saved you." She holds up her hand, and relishes in the warm, tickling feeling of fire underneath her skin. "I should've." She repeats.She turns her head away and sees a glint of light- and reaches out to feel where it'd come from. She reckognizes the shape and smooth texture of an imparter and smiles slightly for a second. She moves her head the other way, and there it was again- the glint of light.