Rusty Quill Gaming (Podcast)
black fly; chardonnay
by blacksatinpointeshoes
Cel gives Wilde an awkward punch on the shoulder, and Wilde rubs at the spot without really giving it much thought. “You know?” they repeat, and Wilde scoffs under his breath.“Close,” he says, tilting his head, “but no. Sasha… did not like me very much.”Or, a reflection, and a surprise.