Delphine's reflections upon her labor of love, the long, heart-rending search for Cosima's cure. "Come my darling, take pause and sit, let me spin you gold-silk tales. Of microscopes and bloody hopes, curvetting wintry gales. My thoughts they tread,'pon weary feet, loving words stitched in red hue. Of night to morn, my toil's adorn, each bless'd hour spent with you..."
Rated: T - English - Romance/Drama - Chapters: 13 - Words: 44,425 - Reviews: 20 - Favs: 7 - Follows: 30 - Updated: 2/28 - Published: 12/25/2013 - Cosima, Delphine