I’m reading a Castlevania fanfic and the line “he couldn’t say with certainty that he liked snow. It was white, cold, and temporary, much like the skin of his first master after he’d taken his life” is sending meeee. 😂
I’m reading a Castlevania fanfic and the line “he couldn’t say with certainty that he liked snow. It was white, cold, and temporary, much like the skin of his first master after he’d taken his life” is sending meeee. 😂