DIDN'T MEAN TO BREAK YOUR TRUST // Joiner

YOU THINK THAT YOU'RE A MAN
I THINK, THEREFORE I AM.

Dark black lines made the heat less abrasive as the demoness padded toward the border. A feeling of grief and anger weighed heavily on her, the memory of what could have been, with The Palm Glades and Rhinestone and everything that happened. With a sigh, she stepped past the border and sat down.

//low muse, sorry

— Reggan