#businessmansinclair

[theimmortalhowardstark]

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"Afternoon. Who might you be?"

[littlesisterthorn]

There's no rapture for me

Thorn skipped around rapture’s darkened alleys that was smeared with writing on the walls. The only thing that showed any light was the yellow brightened glow in her eyes. Though everything in rapture was a rotting hell atleast there was some sanity left in innocence of the little sisters like herself. “~mommies bring home butterflies and daddies bring home angels while big sisters sing me to sleep, good girls gather,gather, gather~” thorn sung out sweetly to her heart’s content.