The truth is as pure as freshly fallen snow - but even snow does rot. Eventually.
And Étoile Silvain still has to learn that sometimes, betrayal comes when you least expect it - especially when it is your past that stabs you in the back.
⋅꒰ I could be a 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥, I'll wear a skirt for you ꒱
In which I give you random ahh plots because I don't know how to write 💖
STATUS: open!!!
COVER BY: @kalocabbage