09-08-2018, 01:01 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: times new roman;"]♡ —Stockholm wasn't a very big fan of mornings or afternoons. He liked the night. There wasn't as many people out and about during the night like there was during the day. Plus it was quiet and he found that to be very soothing. He hadn't been able to sleep, so the child had decided to look through the room he was staying in. It was more feminine-looking, but he honestly didn't care. He was more feminine then masculine after all. He had found a small yellow satchel with a lavender pocketknife inside and there was a book about herbs in it too.
Upon feeling the hot air around him and hearing the crackling sounds made by fire, Stockholm would let out a sudden squeak of fear. He hated fire. It was beautiful, but the hungry flames seem like they could devour anybody it wanted to. He would hurry out of his room, keeping his mouth shut so he didn't inhale any of the smoke. He would stare wide-eyed at the flames that were devouring most of the mansion quickly and he froze in place from his fear.
Upon feeling the hot air around him and hearing the crackling sounds made by fire, Stockholm would let out a sudden squeak of fear. He hated fire. It was beautiful, but the hungry flames seem like they could devour anybody it wanted to. He would hurry out of his room, keeping his mouth shut so he didn't inhale any of the smoke. He would stare wide-eyed at the flames that were devouring most of the mansion quickly and he froze in place from his fear.