A celebration of sorts

Today my archangel came for a last supper of sorts, but the Judas kiss had fire in it. Control is overrated. It is nice to be appreciated.

My archangel, I am glad we have said the three words. Easily guessed but I keep them a little close.

Now we gather.

It is strange, the first holiday in some time where cara mia does not pace outside the gates. Every couple finds it thus I suppose. It will be my wolf who suffers alone. It is his season of memory and no warrior to defend it.

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