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Ignoring over 300 years of her better judgment, the older witch tilted her head and asked evenly, “He’s not what, Tally?”
A beat passed, and both women felt the air grow heavy and thick, as if the two had been plunged into a pool of molasses.
Molten ochre eyes lifted to maelstrom cerulean, gleaming in the afternoon sun, and Sarah watched as something in Tally’s face shifted, resolute, as she breathed, “He’s not you, Sarah.”
—The wedding kiss, because someone was on HELLA glue for the final two episodes and it’s a crime against the gays not to fix it.
If you like Linking, if you like Soft!Sarah, if you like angst….you’re welcome.
Bookmarked by bergauf
30 Apr 2024
