Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words
Set directly after [SE] this castle of glass Getting tired of my own words
A bell chimed merrily as the cafe door opened. Delectable scents washed over them as the young women stepped inside, of coffee and spice, warm bread and sugared treats. A fire crackled in a fireplace set in a wall and the seating arrangements had been cleverly spaced so that as many as possible might Benedikt from both the heat and the cozy sight.
Shaking the snow off her cloak and stomping her boots free, Maea stepped inside so that Elizabeth too could escape the weather. Taking in the space and the few visitors, she cast a glance at her companion.
"Where would you like to sit?"
Sing to me, cause I can't hear myself
through the loudness of my own hurts
through the loudness of my own hurts
base inspired by Odd <3
