Ravenshook Cliffs kind of mood that you wish you could sell

fade after another round? they need a new one :D

that was velen: row row row the fuck away from all your problems. forever. tongue lolled as he rolled to his side, chuffing in amusement. "guess we're both dead then," the boy shrugged, reaching to run his teeth through the fur of dalia's own cheek. the contact of their playful nature was both comforting and confusing to velen for reasons he didn't understand, and wasn't willing to analyze, not now.
"are you happy here?" he inquired gently, chestnut gaze falling upon the ever-present, almost omniscient roar of the ocean. it reverberated in his blood, his heart, the very sinews of his body. this could be home, velen felt, even if it was not warsaw.