The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes | Clemensia Dovecote
“At least we’re allies again,” he said. “Well, not enemies anyway,” Clemensia allowed. But when they went to wash their faces for the cameras, she loaned him her soap so he wouldn’t have to use the abrasive liquid goop in the bathrooms, and somehow the small but intimate gesture let him know he was forgiven.














