SA | Simeila | FIGHT FOR HER by queerly, literature
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SA | Simeila | FIGHT FOR HER
Simeon
Simeon’s skin itched in this place.
There was something about the Crucible - beyond the expected blood and guts - that left her mouth sour. The shining newness felt like a facade; it didn’t distract her from the knowledge that the arena was built upon the ashes of mortar and tragedy, and no amount of polish could make her forget who had reconstructed the city’s crown jewel. The past six months had seen laborers die here, expiring to malnourishment and exhaustion, their backs broken beneath the weight of marble and wood. She thought she could still smell the sweat, the blood, just beneath the flowery perfume of noble