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Prompt #47
Wild nights are my glory. She’d read the words somewhere, unless perhaps it was a sentiment passed on to her by the voices. Neither of which changed the fact of the matter: Wild nights were not only her glory, they were her passion. Gwen lived for those tumultuous times when sky crashed down upon earth in a deluge.

Perhaps that said something about her, though. The divine magic running under her skin may have shaped her more than her own mother’s womb, more than the principles passed down to her by parents whose faces she can’t even remember. She once joked with Allen that she’d never been a human being – But the more she thought about it, the more it felt true. Never did it matter what ignited it, her passion still tasted like a piece of tinfoil laid over the tongue.