"Shut up," said the Jailor, as he took her by the arm and pulled her closer, except this time in his other hand was the sword with which he would take her life.
a nice normal tango where Nothing Bad is Happening
don't mind me scribbling stuff for a fic from over a year ago
I'm no artistic talent but my new phone came with a stylus and a whole bunch of temptation to use it for something










