hektor knew he was already dead and andromache knew it too. but still she drew him a bath.. hope really is an open wound on the souls of mankind. and what a wound to tend to
maybe hope is cracking open a cold one with the boys at the end of the world
I could cry that my latest fic is still A Lycan Dignity. What’s frustrating is I have so many things mid-way done or nearly done that if I could just have a few weeks of motivation and decent health/mood, I’d have so many new releases. work is the worst drain on these things. Thank fuck I only have 3 weeks left.
