They were slowly approaching the event horizon. Born too late to lavish in the Golden Age her ancestors enjoyed, her world (she would learn) was governed by the law of adaptation; adapt, or be swallowed alive. Semi-SI, slow build
Born by the dying light of the Golden Age British pureblood nobility, she had been granted a privileged, insulated life of banality. Early on, she'd resigned herself to it. It was easier that way. Too bad, she was practically addicted to the thrill of drowning in the crescendo of big, powerful feelings.
Born by the dying light of the Golden Age British pureblood nobility, she had been granted a privileged, insulated life of banality. Early on, she'd resigned herself to it. It was easier that way. Too bad, she was practically addicted to the thrill of drowning in the crescendo of big, powerful feelings.