July 5, 2010.
Reluctant Freedom
"I suppose you do share a penchant for raising Cain."
Valkyrie Cain stares out her window, staring at the moon, imagination running free. It's the only time she ever lets it, for it doesn't assist her in her dull, Sanctuary desk job. Looking in her, you'd never understand her last name; never understand the girl she was around him.
One tear, filled with reluctant freedom.
A/N: Let's just ignore the subtext and move along.
Sunshine and laughter and dead butterflies~
Sweethearted.