"Keine Versprechen," came Peace's terse reply. She didn't like sharing space with people she didn't know. And didn't make much of a show when she dove into bed. It was important to hide the scars on the backs of her legs, at least to her.
There were times where looking like a waif helped her, but now wasn't one of them. Her stuff was already put away, after all, and she had made a pile of pillows and the soft white comforter her protective fortress. Safe from prying German eyes, Peace scrolled through the message that Miklos had sent her, trying to parse it out.
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Date: 2015-09-10 10:54 am (UTC)There were times where looking like a waif helped her, but now wasn't one of them. Her stuff was already put away, after all, and she had made a pile of pillows and the soft white comforter her protective fortress. Safe from prying German eyes, Peace scrolled through the message that Miklos had sent her, trying to parse it out.