It had been easier than shed expected--most people wouldnt look twice if they saw a red jacket and a rusty sword.
When they noticed the fangs theyd pretend they hadnt looked at all. All the underwire nightdresses in the world couldnt compensate for that; to trade them in for a threadbare uniform earned you about as much trust as the black ribbon you pinned on it. In the eyes of those who, for lack of a better term, she called her fellow men, she was still a predator.
It was easy, she thought, because shed stayed exactly the same.
















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The world needs more Maladict fic, I think, and you captured this with your usual grace. <3
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Too Much Of Heaven: Caesar Emeritus of Silly People Who Don't Like Wee Ceramic Kittens,
Superintendent of The Opposite of Cow Tipping, and Grand Alderwoman of The Left Side of Legos
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Too Much Of Heaven: Caesar Emeritus of Silly People Who Don't Like Wee Ceramic Kittens,
Superintendent of The Opposite of Cow Tipping, and Grand Alderwoman of The Left Side of Legos
Now I have "Wouldn't It Be Adequate" from the episode of the Simpsons that parodies My Fair Lady...
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Well, forgive me. I'd rather thought we were a covert military unit, but it seems we are in fact a knitting circle.
-Hawley Griffin
My head got back to normal!
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