by Ƨнα∂σω Ƙιƨƨ » Mon Jan 31, 2011 2:42 pm
Vasilia looked so confused for a moment, before she blinked, her eyes drawn to theglass of wine in his hand, "Hi," she mumbled quietly, then looked to his face. She slid out of his he'd and wlaked over to him slowly. She smiled lightly as she looked at the table; candles, wine. Romantic. She looked at him and smiled.


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