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## chamomile, rose water, and other unlikely intoxicants (8/?)

callmearcturus:

> > You look up at last. The Crown makes your neck ache a little, but it won’t be for long.

> > A silence stretches. You wait it out.

> > Finally: “YOU AGAIN.”

> > It’s sound without origin, coming from every inky spot of blackness around you. You nod, and show your teeth. “Me again.”

> blood and frost