DAISY BELL // birthing

[trojan g.]

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ALIA CIPHER-VANTAS

THE TYPHOON

MINNOW

Cold was the first sensation that Alia would ever feel, the scent of milk and salted water the second. A soft whine of protest would leave the kitten's maw as she pushed her way forward, trying to find more source of warmth, before she was licked clean and picked up, and she was content.

//rushed oop

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