Swordcrossed

franking,

halitotic

The sky was cloud-strewn and glutinously bright.

An exhalation jerked out of Matti in three parts, nearly soundless.

burling finish

After a long, long pause, during which Luca breathed wetly into his fingers and refused to relinquish the kind blacks and sparkling browns that were dancing on his closed eyelids, Perse coughed.