He clawed at his wrists in his sleep, frantically trying to escape the Ghostly shackles that still stung his skin.
Astra sat up in the bed and wrapped their arms around the still trembling prisoner, still mumbling through tears "I don't know where they are I swear" over and over until morning
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De TodoA bundle of blurbs. (from my pinterest comments) Vote for which to expand into full stories! Each of these bits and bobs, odds, and ends was inspired by a pin of a prompt, poem, or picture, so without the pin might make no sense 🥲 But I'm working...
