[There is literally nothing Heather can do to stop her eyes from widening at the name 'Dahlia' leaving his mouth-- no amount of numbness could really have prepared her for that.]
[It's only as he elaborates on the sacraments themselves that she's able to throw a proverbial blanket over her brain like one must do to quiet a screaming bird, and the brief look of surprise turns to a deliberate sneer.]
Dahlia?
No wonder it didn't work. She didn't want anything or anyone to be redeemed.
no subject
[It's only as he elaborates on the sacraments themselves that she's able to throw a proverbial blanket over her brain like one must do to quiet a screaming bird, and the brief look of surprise turns to a deliberate sneer.]
Dahlia?
No wonder it didn't work. She didn't want anything or anyone to be redeemed.
[IT'S NOT A LIE.]
I'll bet she told you the wrong thing on purpose.