reckoner: (034. sᴛʀɪᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴡʜᴀᴛ's ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏx)
ᴠɪᴅᴀʀ ᵍ̵ᵃ̶ᵉ̴ˡ̷ᶦ̴ᵒ̷ᵇ̵ᵃ̶ᵘ̸ᵈ̸ᵘ̷ᶦ̴ⁿ̸ ([personal profile] reckoner) wrote 2018-01-02 11:04 pm (UTC)

»What?«

[ Only, swiftly comprehensible. The old bile in his throat, gutteral disgust, horror. No longer his, but remembered.

Movement, on his feet. ]


»Where is Genette? Where are you?«

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