That depends, solely, on whether you've earned it, my dear doctor. [ says aventurine, as he watches the back-end of her pleats disappear around a set of slot machines. it's only until the bob of her brown hair becomes entirely unseen that he turns back.
the sigonian hallucination of his eyes meets gold. ]
no subject
the sigonian hallucination of his eyes meets gold. ]
Well? Have you figured it out?