"I still knew not what future could be ours. But her hands touched every part of me, my soul fully open to her presence, and I wondered if heaven was not a place, no, but a state of being, the time where one might exist with God or whatever deity they claimed.
Carmilla did not believe in God, but she believed in me."
Carmilla fanfiction at its finest, lowkey. Qué ganas de hablar de el en el congreso...
— Apr 04, 2026 12:27PM
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