— but where else were we going to find the opportunity?”
“No. No there is no /we/.”
“Well now you’re just deluding yourself.” While Zviad croons, I chug my wine. “It’s been you and I for longer than you know. In fact, it will /continue/ to be you and I for —
@TheFillorian Yeah. He’s allowed.
Curls up against him. Two years inside a Mirror of my own design. Two years of aching loneliness.
“Missed you, Q.” she whispers.
@TheFillorian She sighs and pets his hair, combing nimble fingers through long strands.
“Fair enough. Connor is still hella intent on getting my shade back so…” so I’m not taking to him.