3Jane went limp, Molly’s hands still around her slender throat, her dark hair drifting, tangled, a soft brown caul.
@Neuromancer ▫𓂃
(echo:: @ ⌗)
3Jane went limp, Molly’s hands still around her slender throat, her dark hair drifting, tangled, a soft brown caul.
@Neuromancer ▫𓂃
(echo:: @ ⌗)