Jan 25, 2025
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Grayscale.
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someone explain why i have followers now
what happened
but also go look at my new hyper fixation
go read trash of the count's family thank you
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Hey just wanted to say holy hell I can’t believe how many people had read and seem to enjoy my writing, and THANK YOU for it. It makes me unbelievably happy :D
So here is a tiny sneak peek of a future chapter.
"I miss Anya," whispered Raven.
"I miss Lincoln."
Clarke didn't answer. There was a deep, overwhelming ache of sorrow in her, of yearning to see familiar green eyes and wild tangles of braided hair. To hear that soft, calm voice, to smell the firesmoke and pine, to see plump lips tugging up into a smile. She missed Lexa, but she couldn't put it into words, didn't think she'd be able to say them without breaking anyway, so she didn't try. The silence stretched on for a minute, and Clarke was just starting to sink into the mattress as her breathing evened, the drowsy edges of sleep closing in, when Fox said mournfully, "I miss food."
Then they were laughing, softly, quietly, and somehow it still felt like breaking.
Bruhh I made mini tacos