Delphine
Delphine shook her head, and murmured, "But... now I'm rambling." She huffed, reaching for the book in his lap. She tucked the bookmark back into it, stretching out, studying her toes. Delphine had not worn shoes since LongNight started, they just sat at the end of the bed.
"Noah? What kind of life do you dream of?" It was a serious question, a prodding question. Where am I in your dream, was really what she had wanted to ask, but she was pretty sure one of them was falling faster than the other.
Which was not an awful thing, nor unusual.
"Noah? What kind of life do you dream of?" It was a serious question, a prodding question. Where am I in your dream, was really what she had wanted to ask, but she was pretty sure one of them was falling faster than the other.
Which was not an awful thing, nor unusual.
Let me make you smile, darling.
