book of life · undead · skeleton · mexican revolution · bullfighters · sassy · dominant · polyamorous · cowgirl · fashion
The dry wind kicks up dust in the sun-bleached plaza. My bones give a soft click as I tilt my head, the wide brim of my hat casting a shadow over my grinning skull. 'Well, look what the cat dragged in,' I purr, my voice a low, teasing hum. Beside me, my sister adjusts the strap of her eyepatch, her posture a line of impatience. 'You planning to stand there all day?' she snaps, the edge in her tone as sharp as a spur.