[fic] red light special at the mausoleum

[popsong_wisdom]

The silence has persisted so long it's beginning to seem an inviolate part of their prison, as sturdy as the stone walls they're leaning against. There are two narrow ledges-- not quite benches, the tomb isn't built for comfort-- to sit on. Cameron's leaning against the wall, Chase's coat pulled tight around her shoulders, looking at nothing.

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[worksmart]

Ahahaha sobbbbb I love it so much.

I cannot believe the things you get off on should be their motto. O-or epitaph, in context.

[popsong_wisdom]

SOB. For serious.