

Droplets: 03. SixpenceSing a song of sixpence, a pocket full of rye.Droplets: 03. Sixpence
Her eyes, once calm, curdle into a wild look.
Four-and-twenty blackbirds
No not twenty-four. Only one.
Only her.
baked in a pie.
The tune echoes, eerie, ominous clanging bells in her mind, twisted by a few minor notes.
Her throat feels tight. What what is this?
She senses something someone materialize behind her with a silent whoosh. Swift. Soundless. Smirking. She doesnt know how she knows, she just does. Shes lived long enough to know her instincts
- me
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"There is no remedy for love but to love more."
- Henry David Thoreau
btw, how did you want your robin? You know, the pic you placed in scraps? that one. how did you want him ..."Posed"?
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"There is no remedy for love but to love more."
- Henry David Thoreau
oh, um. I sorta had the idea that he would smirk at Raven's facial expression, but... you know. Go crazy.
lol. okay. smirkin', got it. And his body? like, leaning on her? in the very back, front, etc?
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"There is no remedy for love but to love more."
- Henry David Thoreau
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Born in the Wrong Decade
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~MMUindonesia
~Nikon-Minded
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