Swiftcurrent Creek All that was undone was done when we were young

bellatrix —

reverie. a relieved sigh passes betwixt the commander's lips. she isn't sure what the fruity essence smell is, but it prickles at her. wrong, perhaps.

burnished golden gaze takes the blonde in as bellatrix watches her move nearer; greedily. worriedly.

bellatrix's ghosting steps forward are in answer to a silent secreted question only her bones can hear.

are you alright?