Ouroboros Spine but my dreams aren't as empty as my conscience seems to be
Moonglow
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a voice. not just any voice; he knew this one, the delightful timbre. ariadne?
a small, sheepish grin unfolds upon his features as he turns to face the pretty girl. she looked more grown up, somehow, radiant and newly curved with what peregrine could only guess was from motherhood. his emotions rifle from surprise to something like jealousy and then to confusion, but his expression remains still.
when did-- i mean, it's good to see you, he chirps, raising a hind leg to scratch behind an ear. are you visiting, or...?