colubrina: Caesura | A Lucissa Birthday Ficlet for @disillusionist9 Lucius rubbed his forehead
colubrina: Caesura | A Lucissa Birthday Ficlet for @disillusionist9 Lucius rubbed his forehead. He’d escaped the party of the century, orchestrated as a political and social coup by the bride’s terrifying, and tedious, mother and though he knew he’d have to go back out and mingle he needed a few minutes to just breathe. He could see her, the old witch, circulating through the guests in her black robes with a hat so pointed it had to be starched, a glass of whiskey in her hand that elves had been diligent about keeping filled. He wondered how she could even stay upright by now, but this was her triumph and she clearly intended to enjoy every moment of it. Keep reading -- source link