i'm the king of nothing at all
you're my queen of nothing at all
”I’m not entirely sure myself. I’m sure it involves women.” He says with a steady bored tone, as though weary with himself. He sheds this affect and adds, ”But beyond that, I’ve reached a point where I feel inclined to assign myself a little purpose.” How much and why would still continue to be up to his discretion, but as she had said, maybe Sylva would be the place for that. He shifts, squaring himself as the wind picks up a bit again as if to make him reconsider his proximity to the ledge. ”I think I’d like to take a look at your Sylva, if you’re extending the invitation.” And even if she wasn’t, he’d probably look anyway.
Darrow
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