continued // @isjanus
ghost-white hands came to rest on either side of the camerlengoβs face, mimicking exactly what the bishop would do when silas awoke in fits of screams, his dreams plagued by memories of the prison.
Β Β he pressed their foreheads together, piercing blue eyes gazing into carloβs green. the pressure deepened, hoping that the firm touch would bring him back to earth.
Β Β Β β i am here, votre saintetΓ©, you are safe now. β











