Felt like writing a short thing here based off of the Austraeoh series. An alternative shipping between Props and Roarke, two major characters of the story. Pretty off the cuff, I wrote this on the spot at nearly 2AM. Hope it's a good thought for what it's worth.
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Props was alone in the engine room of the Noble Jury. Or "Nancy Jane's Womb" as Floydien referred to it as. She sat there, her gaze looking upon a certain book that was within the glowing red threshold. Her eyes laid trans
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