Memories Never Die

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Parts 6
Time 13m

Reads 1,058
Votes 55
Parts 6
Time 13m

There was something about London.
    Not the loud car filled streets, complete with bright red buses shining through the ever present rain. 
    No, I mean the dark, dangerous streets of 1867 London. A man’s silhouette, complete with a pipe, a pile of silk and taffeta under a flickerling lamp, dressed delicately but daggers in her eyes. A corset seen through a dusty shop window, begging to be sold. 
    That’s where I found my greatest love, the love I believed would define them all, Marta.
    That is, until I met Kirsten. 
     
    (I clearly do not own the  characters on stitchers, or stitchers itself, because if I did, camsten would be oh so canon)
    (also, if the cover art is yours, sorry... let me know and I will credit you)All Rights Reserved

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There was something about London.
    Not the loud car filled streets, complete with bright red buses shining through the ever present rain. 
    No, I mean the dark, dangerous streets of 1867 London. A man’s silhouette, complete with a pipe, a pile of silk and taffeta under a flickerling lamp, dressed delicately but daggers in her eyes. A corset seen through a dusty shop window, begging to be sold. 
    That’s where I found my greatest love, the love I believed would define them all, Marta.
    That is, until I met Kirsten. 
     
    (I clearly do not own the  characters on stitchers, or stitchers itself, because if I did, camsten would be oh so canon)
    (also, if the cover art is yours, sorry... let me know and I will credit you)

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