light my fire like a cigarette ⚘ flowers + herbs

[CORRUPTTIMELINES]

The brisk, unforgiving air of a Tanglewood dawn brushed against his pelt. The smell of thick swamp and crimson spills infiltrated his nose. Every morning, it was routine. Cory had to have a routine, or he may as well have lost himself. It was what kept the amnesiac on track each and every day, ensuring he didn’t get lost or forget what to do. Patrol, hunt, and relax. In that order, everything had to be in that order. He needed some form of order.

Coming upon an unfamiliar face, a hesitant eye landed upon Aesior. They walked in the direction the domestic feline was coming from. Cory wanted to snap his legs. Corrupttimelines found it most suitable to stand there and attempt to accompany them. “Hey there, would you like company?”

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