jen-iii: ‘Ruby,” she whispered, “You’re lovely.” There was a drawn out pause, during which neither gem took a breath. The quiet murmur of the city below cooed at them gently, an unimposing soundtrack to the piteous moment. The soft trills of
jen-iii: ‘Ruby,” she whispered, “You’re lovely.” There was a drawn out pause, during which neither gem took a breath. The quiet murmur of the city below cooed at them gently, an unimposing soundtrack to the piteous moment. The soft trills of
