August 29, 2017, 08:51 PM
Mallaidh mutters something underneath her breath when Arturo speaks to her. It is not necessarily intentional to shy away from him so much as Lotte’s fur blocks her words. The girl closes her eyes and tucks herself further into her mother’s chest. She simply wants to go back home and go to sleep, shedding the memories of the day and leaving them behind. Slowly, she uncurls her narrow form and, keeping closer to her mother than her father, the three of them make their way back to the rendezvous site.
i'd give anything to hear you say it one more time
that the universe was made just to be seen by my eyes
that the universe was made just to be seen by my eyes
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the sweet escape is always laced with a familiar taste of poison - by Mallaidh - July 22, 2017, 05:59 PM
RE: the sweet escape is always laced with a familiar taste of poison - by Astik - July 23, 2017, 05:40 AM
RE: the sweet escape is always laced with a familiar taste of poison - by Mallaidh - July 23, 2017, 02:50 PM
RE: the sweet escape is always laced with a familiar taste of poison - by Arturo - August 11, 2017, 03:12 PM
RE: the sweet escape is always laced with a familiar taste of poison - by Lotte - August 12, 2017, 11:10 PM
RE: the sweet escape is always laced with a familiar taste of poison - by Mallaidh - August 14, 2017, 02:15 PM
RE: the sweet escape is always laced with a familiar taste of poison - by Arturo - August 28, 2017, 02:58 AM
RE: the sweet escape is always laced with a familiar taste of poison - by Mallaidh - August 29, 2017, 08:51 PM