Tag / Ariadne Wolf

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  • Chases – Ariadne Wolf

    He chases her through time. Here a scrap of ribbon, yellow like her hair. Here a petal, here the smell of garlic. Or of leaves crunched underfoot, grieving their own deaths. He…
  • Granny In The Forest – Ariadne Wolf

    I am afraid. I am afraid. I am afraid, am I? I am. I? When they turn you into a rabbit fleeing down a hole in the ground, there you remain for…