Ankyra Sound and the cries of your writhings shall rise

rosalyn ahd a way of reframing things that brought the world full circle. at the concept that firefly might have taken their children, erzulie tensed, casting a glance over the tiny sleeping bodies as if to assure herself that they still existed. he would have killed them, she decided, not out of spite but out of ineptitude.
"den i hope he nevah returns," the harlot declared in a harsh whisper, turning her gaze back to the rainwater outside. however, her body had loosened, and presently she smiled sideways at her wife, a silent expression of the adoration she felt for the other woman.