you say money isnt everything
There's a shift, of what he doesn't know but still, the feeling of warmth lingers in his bones, reminding him of all the days spent sleeping on the beach. But a whiff of the ocean catches his attention, drawing him in. Lazy nights on the beach, toes tucked into the sand as he drinks, fingers trailing over sun kissed skin. The first time he sank himself into the waves, crying as his mother held his hand in one of her rare moments of presence. Showing his younger siblings all the good places to find shells. Both feelings are comforting, welcome but he moves over to the starry bag, tilting his head as he looks at it. This one then.. _____________________
Locke changed to the starry silk pouch!
Locke changed to the starry silk pouch!
but i'd like to see you live without it
LOCKE
