Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27226023-20150807001143/@comment-26807691-20150828030417

Angeline flinched as Hemera turned to her, and again as Emma swore. As well as being tied by her wrists, which was rather inconvenient, her legs were almost empty of cotton due to all the tears and were basically the embodiment of uselessness.

The grimoire had been abandoned open on the ground, and though almost drenched in blood the witch's mouth began silently moving...

((Because having legs that don't work makes you more adorable. Exhibit A: Tavros.))