The Language of the Soul by QuantumSeraphim, literature
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The Language of the Soul
“Sometimes I wonder what your name was…” The young man’s quiet voice carried through the still air of the dimly lit room to fall on the living corpse’s ears. It took his attention with gentle demanding and Friday’s gaze shifted curiously from his work to the blonde wandering the opposite side of the lab. William idly explored the confines of the enclosed space unbothered by it’s clutter. A hand delicately traced over tabletops and trinkets which lay in it’s path, little tools and bottles of various liquids. Sharp grey-violet orbs observed it all and cool lips parted to express query towards this