09-06-2022, 02:13 PM
EVERY GRIN WE SHARE IS LIKE.
"speech." . 'thoughts' . attack
"speech." . 'thoughts' . attack
Nodding as he wrote, 'Common. Us uncommon. Seven blind. Me mute. Flowers for words.', he amended as he pulled out another notebook where he'd kept a guide of his language of flowers. It was far easier than taking a different body and dealing with the discomfort those bodies gave him, feeling more at home in the body he was born in. Although, communication was easier in those bodies versus his birth body.
A PRAYER COMMITTED TO THE SONG WE SING.
aesior opheles of tanglewood. -- grim - feline shifter.
aesior opheles of tanglewood. -- grim - feline shifter.
THE FLOWER BURNS