the rims of his eyes brimmed with firewater as he came down from the belltower again, not an occupation he chose but the upkeep was all his, with no medicinal knowledge to aid the intervals of pain that cut his respite in half.
was he even allowed to pick from the caches? given the softbellied nature of the cherub he'd followed, hushed willows appeared to be a pretty almsgiving place.
after this, he'll hunt for himself, he thinks. he hopes to catch a bite instead of a one-sided conversation in his nearsight.
he'd cross @Reina in his path, and silently wonders if taking a detour was possible.
was he even allowed to pick from the caches? given the softbellied nature of the cherub he'd followed, hushed willows appeared to be a pretty almsgiving place.
after this, he'll hunt for himself, he thinks. he hopes to catch a bite instead of a one-sided conversation in his nearsight.
he'd cross @Reina in his path, and silently wonders if taking a detour was possible.
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