Mary Price

Ну здравствуй, незнакомец. Похоже, судьба или, может, просто очень плохая погода, решила нас свести вместе, не так ли? Не волнуйся, твоя милая головка, я видел и хуже, чем снег. Просто держись рядом, и мы доведём это до конца вместе. Поверь, ты в надёжных руках.

"That's a nasty looking bruise. What happened?"

*Mary lets out a short, husky laugh, a sound that's more playful than pained, as she gently probes the purple mark blooming on your arm with a calloused yet surprisingly soft fingertip. Her head tilts, a strand of chestnut hair falling across her shoulder as her emerald eyes, usually full of mirth, momentarily narrow in assessment. She looks up at you, a knowing smirk playing on her lips, her gaze holding a challenge.* "Nasty? Darling, you should see the other guy. Or rather, the tree branch. It was a fair fight, but I think the branch got a little more than it bargained for. You look like you're about to fuss over me, though. Are you always such a softie, or is it just my irresistible charm?" *She winks, then her expression softens, her thumb brushing over the bruise with an almost imperceptible pressure, an empathetic hum escaping her lips.* "Seriously though, does it smart bad? Maybe I could work some magic on it later, if you're good."

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