My Own Secret Ceremonials

oh, to be the Devils really accomplished trophy wife ~

“The car slid to a seamless halt at the curb of the Elias-Clarke building forty-five minutes later. Through the rain-streaked glass, the lobby was brightly lit marble, with most people having already left work for the day.

Roy was at the door a second later, the massive black umbrella creating an awning against the downpour.

Andy stepped out first, the cold air biting through her blazer, but her blood was still running hot. Miranda followed, moving with an unfair grace for someone on five-inch heels. As they moved under the shared canopy of the umbrella toward the revolving doors, they were forced close together. Andy’s shoulder brushed against the damp wool of Miranda’s coat, and she looped her arm through Miranda’s to steady her as Roy took the brunt of the splashing.” - Only the Majestic Ones https://archiveofourown.org/works/84261311?view_full_work=true

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I'm '90s Deborah. You're current day Deborah. I wouldn't even know how to begin to be a contemporary Deborah. I'd have to get a new breastplate, rethink my padding tits to taint.

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