time || a Sabine Wren fic||

A series of one-shots about Sabine's life from when she joins the ghost crew to when Ezra leaves. [OR the one where all she has is her family and sometimes she can't win the fight without losing.]

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She learns new colors around them; the brushing of fingers, the wind in the air; she's never felt these colors before. She thinks that maybe, maybe once she finds these colors, she'll be able to watch more.

Understand more.

Sabine adds the sky to her infinite pallet, even though she will never be able to paint what it feels like to be the wind.