Luneshale Pass your body laid out on these filthy floors

the language barrier was too much. she hadn't thought it possible; his tongue was so similar and yet. . . she shook off the disparity and cast her eyes down at this sangre, barely breathing, much less moving.

her fate truly was in god's clutches, now.

whatever pulp was left in the cactus, fiamma devoured, mouth scrunching up at the foreign taste of it. still, the moisture gave her an instant burst of energy, and now the blood-soaked femme wondered where she could wash and reset for a new day.

a bathing pool seemed a great luxury in the midst of a desert—especially if they were starved for l'acqua to serve a patient.

despite herself, she stayed. watched. waited.

she would not depart the wretch's side until the other woman roused—and even then, she would not stray far.

last post from me! <3