by ~Phantasos~ » Tue Feb 05, 2013 1:00 pm
Kyle waited until Izzlyn fell asleep then walked in. He picked up Alex when she whimpered and cradled her against his chest gently.
"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."