So Micolash hid them in a cave of blanket and down stretched on a shattered table, debris and rubble hastily swept ‘neath a bookshelf or lectern or something else Ohh, my heart, he made them a den!
And the sweetness stops there, dammit Micolash. He's so wonderfully awful, and this is such a wonderful little ficlet! Nice one!
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Squid_Viscous Thu 24 Apr 2025 11:56AM UTC
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