tell the wolves I'm home
His gaze was softer amidst the piercing glows, his heart light, his soul full; fingers beginning to intertwine around crimson locks. Idle touches and fragments of before; but so much more thereafter. “Of course,” he rumbled in accord, the bout of laughter threatening again as she leaned across, and he could take her all in once more; absorbed, taken into memory, bit by bit, moment by moment, to reflect and share a thousand times again. Something to hold and cherish as he did so often; with new cycles to instill over fractures – resplendence before melancholy.
Though her plan caused him to gaze along her head, eyes somewhat distant in mischievous thought. Showers would ultimately lead to other things, unless they were truly pressed for sating something other than their lust, and pancakes sounded like another peak of pinnacles. “Mm, but where are we putting swimming?”
Though her plan caused him to gaze along her head, eyes somewhat distant in mischievous thought. Showers would ultimately lead to other things, unless they were truly pressed for sating something other than their lust, and pancakes sounded like another peak of pinnacles. “Mm, but where are we putting swimming?”
the ressurected sword
