Lost Creek Hollow But this is exhausting, this love

not wrong, not wrong, not wrong. silvertongue's stomach flipped and she knew she would be sick again if she did not seek a complete stillness. "it is the opposite of wrong, crowfeather," the star offered to his velveteen ears. "and i am happy for you, that he came back to you." the courtesan, putting upon her painted face while beneath beat hurt and beneath that perhaps even now, tiny forming heartbeats outside of her own, lives belonging to him her prince of the shadow world.