An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Guys so I wrote a thing I wrote a fic. I did a thing I might die I might die.ย
โDo I remind you of him?โ she asked suddenly.
It seemed pointless to dissemble. โYes. You do. Where is he?โ
โIn a safe place. You are very fond of him, aren't you? You love him?โ
-- What if they were swapped in this scene?



















