Larksong Grotto il en était fier, mais pourquoi vous riez ?

mwahaha not at all, les miserables is now skippable <3

the word wavered in the mayfair's eardrums, but lestan did not recognize it as a greeting.
he did not know when the scarlet woman sank down; he saw first her eyes, then the face of the other.
"reverie," he mumbled in a voice that only scratched incoherently at the listener's ear.
bleakness; the blackness of a closing tombstone, body stretching limp against the floor of the grotto.
the bone still lay beneath his withering form.