by ThatPersonWithaFace » Sun Jul 06, 2014 4:49 pm
Cavan laughed and shrugged, "I don't have time to be interested in anyone. Relationships take a lot of time and attention that I don't have to spare." He watched her go, hoping his teasing hadn't really offended her, he hadn't really meant any of what he'd said. He knew his relationship status was a hot topic among the Pack, especially the eligible females and many of the older faes had taken to trying to play matchmaker with him. Some openly, some more secretly. But had taken to avoiding relationships since the few he'd had ended badly thanks to his position or his sister.
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But in the corner, at the cold
hour of dawn, sat the poor girl, with
rosy cheeks and with a smiling mouth,
leaning against the wall--frozen to
death on the last evening of the old
year. Stiff and stark sat the child
there with her matches, of which
one bundle had been burnt.
"She wanted to warm herself,"
people said. No one had the
slightest suspicion of what
beautiful things she had seen;
no one even dreamed of the
splendor in which, with her
grandmother she had entered
on the joys of a new year.
Pet's name: The Little Match Girl