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fandomtownies2025-09-19 05:53 pm
intheeyeofthebeholding) wrote in fandomtownies2025-09-19 05:53 pm
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The beach, Friday evening
Epaulette might not be a real bat, but her eyes still worked best at night, and after lying on his shoulder for most of the day, Jon imagined she'd want to fly.
So he was sitting on the sand as the sun went down, watching this odd other part of his soul, however that worked, dart around the surface of the water and catch insects.
It was oddly soothing.
[Open beach!]
So he was sitting on the sand as the sun went down, watching this odd other part of his soul, however that worked, dart around the surface of the water and catch insects.
It was oddly soothing.
[Open beach!]