constant ramblings
22 | she/her
The Morning Mists (Clyties of the Mist) by Herbert James Draper (1912)
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Achilles: Alright, listen up you little shits.
Achilles: Not you, Patroclus. You’re an angel and we’re thrilled to have you here.
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