Aug 18, 2018
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“You’re really pushing my buttons, aren’t you? I can practically see you internally cackling at my suffering." Asked by superfluousstuckupitude via tumblr ------------------------------------------- However, nothing but the feeling of the rain turning more virulent around her happened. In matter of seconds Emma could feel the beginning of a sneeze climbing its way up her nose and as cold as she was she suddenly could care less about the wisps. Soaked and fed up she glanced at the bluish ghosts and gritted her teeth. (...)