they say nothing good happens here when midnight rolls around; ANY

COTY

QOTY

"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura

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they say nothing good happens here when midnight rolls around; ANY

Ledger
The Heart of the Ocean

Love's Bitch

Paladin of Sylva

08-16-2015, 06:14 PM

Relaxing at her smile, realizing she is not in the least bit offended. ”Where did you go on your strange adventure?” His interest is genuine, being quite the wanderer himself. It’s nice, being in her company. The way she laughs and easily talks to him makes him feel comfortable, something that he doesn’t often feel. She is an interesting thing, doesn’t seem to sure in her own skin. Yet she knows this place, says she grew up here. ”So where do you call home then?” He doesn't want to pry too much into her past, doesn’t want to intrude somewhere he might not be wanted. The thought crosses his mind that maybe if she was born here that they may have crossed paths at some point. He always likes to dwell on things like this, when he watches the others in the meadow and wonders on a strangers life. Wonders if they have shared the same space before and never realized it.

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