Luciana
cause it makes me that much stronger
makes me work a little bit harder
makes me work a little bit harder
Raising her eyebrows at the strange man's words, Luciana gave him a once over. Then she looked at herself in the mirror. "You must have a much older sibling" There couldn't be more than a decade's difference between the two bodies, if that. "And what do you mean, 'our' niece?"
When her search of the bedding (presumably) turned up nothing, she groaned. Glaring at the man when he pulled out a cigarette, she sniffed. "Luciana. You?" Moving on, she inspected the mirror, fingers tracing around the edge. Then she would try to tug and pull it off the wall, or at least see if there was anything behind it that might reveal what the fuck was going on.
When her search of the bedding (presumably) turned up nothing, she groaned. Glaring at the man when he pulled out a cigarette, she sniffed. "Luciana. You?" Moving on, she inspected the mirror, fingers tracing around the edge. Then she would try to tug and pull it off the wall, or at least see if there was anything behind it that might reveal what the fuck was going on.
it makes me that much wiser
so thanks for making me a fighter
so thanks for making me a fighter
