Luna_Wolf72
CinnaWolf circa 2023
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She enters with a sigh, her eyes searching the shadows for a friendly face, someone, anyone. Of course, here, as in the RW, there is no one. Like always. Fingers snap candles alight, bare feet pad from foyer to living room.
The couch beckons.
She sinks into it's embrace and leans back.
Maybe she will write the pain away...or maybe not.
Music starts.
Lucretia, My Reflection
The couch beckons.
She sinks into it's embrace and leans back.
Maybe she will write the pain away...or maybe not.
Music starts.
Lucretia, My Reflection