by ~Phantasos~ » Sun Nov 10, 2013 1:08 pm
"see? You are giving her a headache!" soldier snapped.
Chance slapped Soldier in the face without opening her eyes. "idiot." she grumbled.
"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."