07-06-2017, 04:23 PM
Hearts will never be practical,
until they can be unbreakable.
(But I still want one.)
until they can be unbreakable.
(But I still want one.)
"My name is the Tin Man," he says. "You can leave out the 'the.'"
He remembers the stories that his human used to tell, either to him or her friends; a fairy-tale where the Tin Man used to be human, but he kept losing limbs and finally became metal. He went on a quest to get his heart back, but he kept crying and smiling and hugging his friends, so did he ever really lose it in the first place?
He relaxes since Cross is a lot less intimidating compared to his appearance, and he tests out the river-water.
"Oh fuck, it's cold." He stops drinking immediately with a displeased stamp of his foreleg. "Also, I live in Loess--the hills. There's not many around there, but we have a queen, so that's better than nothing."
The Tin Man