#( :discocat: me taking every opportunity to remind auggie that ingvi was tortured to death on his behalf ? )

[champagneprobllems]

She almost winces, bringing her drink to her lips to hide it. Her gaze slides to the window, to Kuutti basking in the sun outside. Even with their distance, she could barely feel the tug between them; it had never been the same since… since. “It’s awful, isn’t it?” she muses, almost unaware of speaking aloud. “Not the being dead, that was almost… that was peaceful. But the dying?” She takes a large swig of her drink. “That sucked.”

open to mutuals

" actually, i was dead at the time. "