By the cracks of his skin, I climbed to the top. I climbed the tree to see the world. Lucy and James, one hundred times in one hundred words. Cousincest. LucyJames. One hundred drabbles.
And he tastes like salt and the ocean and dreams. He's everything, he's everything. RoxanneOC
She loves him. She does, she does. JamesIIVictoire.
Because leaving is much more simple, see. -TeddyLily