08-07-2022, 01:58 PM
EVERY GRIN WE SHARE IS LIKE.
"speech." . 'thoughts' . attack
"speech." . 'thoughts' . attack
picking it up in his jaws, he limped over towards jingyi, judging the stairs of his home with some hesitant contemplation. huffing, he began the limp down the stairs, afraid of missing one or all. exhaling, he made his way down with some feeling, not trusting the strength of his body to do so reliably. setting the notebook down, he would pull the pencil from it's spine and flip it open, scrawling with some effort, "Drinks?", gesturing his head in the direction of the tavern that the Tanglers usually swarmed in and out of, at least, the adults did. it was what he needed, the ghosts too loud in his head, that perhaps, the sound of the tavern and the press of bodies of his groupmates would settle his nerves. he knew that there were herb concoctions out there that would help him to fall asleep and stay asleep, but perhaps, he felt the exhaustion was a fitting punishment for all of his failures to his family and groups.
A PRAYER COMMITED TO THE SONG WE SING.
aesior opheles of tanglewood. -- grim - feline shifter.
aesior opheles of tanglewood. -- grim - feline shifter.