by Ƨнα∂σω Ƙιƨƨ » Tue Jul 27, 2010 7:34 pm
Sartharion chuckled, rolling his eyes playfully. After a few minutes, he brought her some food. His dad used to be a cook before he died, and taught Sar how to cook well.


So what if I can't forget you?
I'll burn your name into my throat
I'll be the fire that'll catch you
What's so good about picking up the pieces?
What if I don't even want to