Jan 31, 2016
Hopeful Devastation || The Carrows
Long strides covered the length of the room they shared. The clip of heels resounded, the only form of armor she could afford with Amy. The redhead had let this subject sit quiet and unknown for far too long, trying to find how best to present it. Alecto had needed the time to steel her heart... and hide the knives.
Hearing him enter the house, she went to their doorway to watch him for a moment before stepping out. This conversation had no place in their safe haven, fabric filled with sighs and long nights that turned into perfect days. “Amy,” she called to him, stepping into their small parlor to wait for him.