An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Guys so I wrote a thing I wrote a fic. I did a thing I might die I might die.
“Do I remind you of him?” she asked suddenly.
It seemed pointless to dissemble. “Yes. You do. Where is he?”
“In a safe place. You are very fond of him, aren't you? You love him?”
-- What if they were swapped in this scene?













