by ~Phantasos~ » Wed Jan 09, 2013 11:10 am
Chance rested her head on his Shoulder and watched him alertly. Her eyes glowed a soft golden gray.
"And dreams in their development have breath,and tears,and tortures,and the touch of joy; they leave a weight upon our waking thoughts,they take a weight from off our waking toils,they do divide our being."