Jul 15
lighting a fuse might result in a bang
Wille stepped around the corner, tall and tousled and pink-cheeked, shrugging off his long wool coat and hanging it on a row of communal hooks. Simon wondered how much it cost. Wille was facing the wall, checking his phone. He slid it into his back pocket, ran a hand through his short hair, and took a deep enough breath that Simon saw his shoulders rise and fall from across the bar. He turned, and Simon clenched his jaw, looking away and feeling jittery.
chapter 2 of there's just an empty space
Sanguine Labyrinth part 8
wc: 4k
