I DIED IN YOUR ARMS TONIGHT ☆ poet

[wormwood.]

[glow=#000,1,400]BUT NOW I UNDERSTAND YOU, AND I WILL NOT BE PART OF YOUR DESIGNS — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

Eyes widening slightly at the other's words, Worm quickly shook his head, pressing his nose into Poet's paw before mu.bling softly, his voice just a bit muffled,  [glow=#793B29,1,400]"Of course I won't, Poet. Trust me, as long as I am still around, you're safe. We're safe, and happy, okay? You're not going anywhere anytime soon, except for around this swamp."[/glow] And he meant it, too. Despite the fact that he knew he couldn't actually guarantee or promise anything, he also knew that he would lay down life and limb for Poet, and would never let anyone or anything bring him harm, whether it be an outside threat or his fainting spells.