When there is a doomed lesbians who made death fall in love with them competition and these two show up.
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When there is a doomed lesbians who made death fall in love with them competition and these two show up.
take me back to the night we met.
crazy how i’ve fallen in love with two fictional lesbian situationships involving the personification of death
no one mourns the wicked
no, one mourns the wicked
Rewatching the The Fall Of The House Of Usher with my partner (who is having her first round with it) and falling in love with Vernaline once again. The best times.
New Vernaline Fic
Title: Lost in You
Fandom: The Fall of the House of Usher (Netflix 2023)
Ship: Verna/Madeline Usher
Rating: M
Summary: As her family members get taken down one by one, Madeline knows death is coming for her soon.
Lost in You
Life becomes acutely clear when you’re staring eventual death in the face. Sitting at my dining room table, I sipped the heavy hand of golden liquid I poured myself. Picking up the clearest picture we had of Verna, a familiar ache settled in my chest. She’s coming for Roderick and I last. We came into this world together and we’ll leave it together. She is a creature of symmetry.
“Hello, my silver haired Cleopatra,” Verna purred into my ear.
Her warm breath caused a shiver to course down my spine. I eyed the woman as she glided around the table. Just as majestic as the day we met. “It’s safe to assume you’re not here for me yet. You said you would take Roderick and I out together.”
“You would be correct.” She sat across from me, her eyes burning into my soul like they did all those years ago.
“Then why are you here?” Finishing my drink, I poured each of us another.
“To talk.”
https://archiveofourown.org/works/60417799