{SE} until you're in my arms again

Cordelia

let us go
where the wild things grows

That name was familiar too. She knew the Seawrites since she was a little girl, recalling going to the shop with her father multiple times, helping to carry their goods inside and the supplies they got in turn out. A small smile curls on her lips. ”I remember you. You used play behind the counter when we came into the shop.” Cordelia was a bit older than him, but only by a few years and she’s surprised that the memory stuck, but it did.

Her eyes dip down to the lantern he’s working on as she begins to glue the dried flowers to her own waxed paper. ”Who are you making your lantern for?” She asks softly, nodding her head towards the wooden slats in his hands.

let us go
where time runs slow

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