[ Sable grunts again, wiggling into a more comfortable position. Ephemera watches her, all quiet fondness. She’s warm and solid and nothing’s ever fucked her up. She doesn’t know to be wary of people.
What a strange, impossible thought. ]
It’d be easier if I didn’t care about both of them. But I guess that’s the complicated part.
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What a strange, impossible thought. ]
It’d be easier if I didn’t care about both of them. But I guess that’s the complicated part.