Sep 11, 2025
“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
❛ Louis, Louis, mon amor, ❜ Talons melodically rap against crossed arms, trying much too hard to hide the metaphorical thump, thump, thump of his heart, which bled like one hundred fountains at the sight of his beloved. A hitch in his throat, shifting in a discomfort.
❛ Come to rain on my parade on this beautiful moonlit night? You always were quite the storm cloud. ❜