Dance Macabre (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

She hesitated before looking up at him, her glassy eyes catching in the afternoon light. Her cloudy pupils and shineless iris's were oddly beautiful, like staring up at the moon on a clear night.
 
"R...Really...?" She asked, "B-But I..." She was dead, and they couldn't do normal things together, that had to bother him.
 
She pressed her thumb gently against the tip on her way up, squeezing the base gently when she went down.
 
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