Dragoncrest Cliffs let me tell you that I saw your boyfriend walking down the street

sobeille settled back into the groove of sapphique. she’d missed the rhythm of the ocean, the well worn paths — the sting of salt on the air.

some things were different than before she left. tante chacal had her children. but there were new faces, too.

sobeille sought out @Saint, rounding upon their dark form one sunny afternoon. who be you?