After all, Numbers, Zodiac, Tarot... they all come from the same place, so one home is another's.
She's heard the whispers among their kind about Ruin's wife.
(Four hundred and twenty years together barely spent four with me and now--)
Coira lets herself into the tea room-like place and watches Mary Anne through veiled, narrow eyes. There is quite a lot of hatred in her too-blue eyes, and perhaps behind that a shitload of jealousy.
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After all, Numbers, Zodiac, Tarot... they all come from the same place, so one home is another's.
She's heard the whispers among their kind about Ruin's wife.
(Four hundred and twenty years together barely spent four with me and now--)
Coira lets herself into the tea room-like place and watches Mary Anne through veiled, narrow eyes. There is quite a lot of hatred in her too-blue eyes, and perhaps behind that a shitload of jealousy.
Not that she'd ever admit to that part of it.