Monday, 24 February 2014

Goth Architecture



Mistress Viceraven sat down.

“What?” she asked dismissively.

“I… Look, I know you and I have had our issues. I focused too much on work, especially when your mother died. I suppose I was locking away my grief…”

She raised a black eyebrow on her pale skin but said nothing.

“But all this… I’ve ignored this for too long, assumed this was a phase, but you’re scaring me, the stuff you’re doing… I just want my little girl back. Or at least a chance to meet the woman you’ve become.”

After a moment, Mary burst into tears and hugged me.

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