[Crossposted to
hephaistion_bq and
bqv_andre]
Not Alexander... my love is gone from me. Hephaistion had repeated over and over as he slipped through the streets towards the Garden District. He had lived with the voice in his head for so many years he was convinced it was simply a sign of his loneliness or his growing insanity.
(
Bag held securely in one hand, Andre smiled in satisfaction )