I dreamed of the graves and the deadcoach; Orpine's rest disturbed yet again by the fantasies of my own. We rode into it, Hyacinth and I side by side. She drove the deadcoach, wrapping the slick, black leather reins around her hands like serpents, while I watched the city. We passed through throngs of people calling my name, their faces upturned
(
Read more... )
Comments 26
Strange dreams.
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
[OoC: Silk? Tealdeer? Never.]
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment