Lucien nodded, unseeing. He had known, from the moment he had been brought to Autumn, that his death would be the likeliest outcome. He was too busy thinking, mind preoccupied with the image of brown eyes, the rich color of a fawn’s coat.
OMG- this has been on my TBR since i learned you were signing up for AO3 and damn what a start. I am loving this. you've already nailed their characterization so well. Incredible! looking forward to reading more <3 MF
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MissFreakingFortune on Chapter 1 Tue 04 Jun 2024 04:00AM UTC
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