constance ayers harmon-blackmore // {d2/cb}

Being in a circle of grunge, was different, when nothing was pure, nothing was judged, bastards, sinners, others unwanted, just like her. Even among runaway street rats and cannibals, her biggest fear was the money in her pockets rather the hosts of criminal records, life with people shunned for minor things out of their league failed to come across as problematic. Each of the crooks had a tale worth listening to as long as she listened, and the tips of their tongues were always painted with the strategies of treasure, and in a city of thieves, living as a street rat could not have been any more luxurious.