For maniacalchimera on her birthday. Thank you for being a wonderful friend, rp buddy, and writing the most wonderful Nathaine!
There’s someone standing alone in the rain. Cronus is waiting at the light and glances at them then back to the light then back to them. It’s one of those unfortunate bus stops that have no shelter, not even a fucking tree. Cronus drums his fingers on the wheel of his truck and considers. They could be a murderer or a thief.
Read More →