Camille Preaker (
scrapdraught
) wrote
2024-06-28 03:52 pm (UTC)
OUR misery, comrade
We're okay.
[Despite everyone's best efforts.
Marina fits snugly into her arms. They're of a height for it, no strain to bend, no struggle to put a chin on a shoulder and let it out. Camille strokes her hair as they stand entwined, her pounding heart winding down to a humble thrum.]
How did you make it out of there?
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OUR misery, comrade
[Despite everyone's best efforts.
Marina fits snugly into her arms. They're of a height for it, no strain to bend, no struggle to put a chin on a shoulder and let it out. Camille strokes her hair as they stand entwined, her pounding heart winding down to a humble thrum.]
How did you make it out of there?