#testaments rp

[griefprofiled]

Her eyes opened. She focused on me. Then she whispered, with no slurring: “You did this, Lydia. You’ll hang for it.” Her expression was both vindictive and triumphant: finally she had an accusation that would stick, and my job was very nearly hers. “You’re tired,” I said. “Go back to sleep.” She closed her eyes again.

Penned by Hillary x and Alice x