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with souls made of flames
[http://archiveofourown.org/works/8464753] - - public:opalsong
Love is a weapon brought to bear. Love is blood spilled without remorse, and a kiss that’s so sweet they can ignore the taste of copper underneath.
you're dancing in my mind
[https://archiveofourown.org/works/17247140] - - public:opalsong
“Where are we even going?” Mikoto demands.