Ankyra Sound They started praying, they were saying, "well we hope you'll be forgiven."

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for a long moment, neither of them spoke. the silence was as endless as it had ever been, punctuated only by the rush of the ocean upon its banks. and then rosalyn's voice came, and erzulie's mouth twitched with sorrow. she could not bear to look at the other woman, not yet, merely steeled herself upon the sight of the lapping brine.
"i do not want to lose you," the harlot murmured, thankful that her voice did not falter. from her tones could not be kept the hurt of the last moon, the remnants of the terror she had felt upon believing she would never see rosalyn again.
her throat clenched, and she was quiet once more.