{Verdandi} Ode to forgotten hearts

[damask_wings]

She looked at the woman who stood before her dressed in the colors of mourning, standing there in her kitchen, the two of them smelling faintly of water and blood, the counters shone slick in the overhead light, clean but the air between them was slathered with so many feelings unsaid. Her voice betrayed her finally, sounding harsh in its hoarse

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[technoir]

very nice.