At the end of a hunt, I... «The Vanishing Throne»
annadaza096 сентября 2017At the end of a hunt, I always returned to a warm bed in an immaculate house. There were always clean sheets, a fire, and my inventions to stave off my nightmares. I washed the blood off my clothes and went right back to the comfort of my ladylike life – as easy as changing coats.They were soothing, those rituals. My home was always safe. My room was always safe. After all that happened, I counted on that. I depended on it. I took for granted that it would always be there.
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