Ankyra Sound [m] but i do it for the kids

if sobeille could liken this pain to anything, she imagined it was as the fish felt when eaten alive. the things inside of her — innumerable — resolved to claw their way out.

treepie’s unexpected gesture brought with it a pang of fierce longing for yura — yura had been alongside her through the bleak winter and into glamorous summer; what should have been the birth of their storied future was instead a charnel hall.

she inhaled again, nodding curtly. it would be the most treepie would get out of the walled-up sapphiqian in terms of gratitude.

sobeille’s gaze did not waver as the hungering mouth of the grotto loomed near.