#374875 - In the simple times, the thoughts that breached our realm of ideas were of pure things: light, love, sadness and longing. I would take on the façade of Love, and my white flesh would become pink, my white eyes would become violet, and my white hair would become purple. I looked over her shoulder, and saw Vita watching us, his engorgement curving upward.
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