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“Glad she’s gone.”
Hypnos looks at the clouds stained orange by the city lights. Rubs the bottle sweating against his hand.
Swallows.
“...Me, too,”
For @felinefelix1's amazing fic "Brownstone Sounds"
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TMAtober Day 5: Injury (TW: Blood)
Oh hey, Michael and ▓▓▓▓▓▓!
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