October
It's a quiet consolation
A mistake that I don't mind
A mistake that I don't mind
"I hope it's not weird, me just...showing up like that." You say, hiding your smile behind a scarf that you know you'll quickly take off. You flash Phoebe an apologetic smile, knowing that yes, it probably was weird to have a complete stranger appear, know lots of facts about you, and ask to just...pop across the world in search for some flowers.
But, y'know...there's a plague on, and you're both healers.
"And this is where it starts to heat up." You say to Phoebe as you reach the entrance to the Climb. The temperature is nearly 80 degrees different from the Tundra to where you are now, and quickly you shed the layers of clothing that protected you from the elements. Now just in leggings and a loose-fitting t-shirt, you knot your long hair on top of your head and flash the Nightingale another smile.
But, y'know...there's a plague on, and you're both healers.
"And this is where it starts to heat up." You say to Phoebe as you reach the entrance to the Climb. The temperature is nearly 80 degrees different from the Tundra to where you are now, and quickly you shed the layers of clothing that protected you from the elements. Now just in leggings and a loose-fitting t-shirt, you knot your long hair on top of your head and flash the Nightingale another smile.
Maybe you'll meet me at the station
Or maybe somewhere down the line
Or maybe somewhere down the line
