docholligay:

The next installment of The Intercession of Saint Raphael, probably the last one for a good week because I have Jet coming! I hope you enjoy, this is why I haven’t gotten to replies today, mea culpa. 4025 words. 

Michiru
had often been told that she was like the sea, that her soul was dark
and wide and unknowable at its deepest points. She had often found
this soothing, for all things were covered in the sea, and to those
who did not know her, it was nothing but a smooth expanse of teal
blue.

But
tonight, the sea did not find her, she was not cooled by the gentle
spray of her own thoughts. Tonight, Michiru burned.

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