What, have guys all stopped reading good fic?
To remind us all of the fun parts of this comm, a lovely piece from utopianbabie's Actus Contritionus
Drusilla POV:
But even in the blackness, hands over her ears, she can’t stop seeing it. Placed there on the bench, light (like a feather) and so pretty; elegant black marks spidered on thick cream paper. A portrait. Her. Drawn from the side while she was praying, while she was alone.
Drusilla POV:
But even in the blackness, hands over her ears, she can’t stop seeing it. Placed there on the bench, light (like a feather) and so pretty; elegant black marks spidered on thick cream paper. A portrait. Her. Drawn from the side while she was praying, while she was alone.