hymnals: and every flower came floating right back to me. (you threw flowers into the sea)
αɗяαѕтєιυѕ, тнє нιgн ρяιєѕт ([personal profile] hymnals) wrote in [community profile] pawnstorm 2016-06-06 12:26 pm (UTC)

Light. Am I toddler to you, now?

[ His tone is without rancor, though, and he easily sways back and forth in the chair. He's slight and thin; the chair itself is a stately leather piece, when he sits in it by himself, the thing nearly swallows him whole. He yawns, shaking his head. ]

I can't just step out of my own party. Besides, who knows what they're doing to my kitchen out there?

[ Terrible things. He can sense it. ]

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