by ~Phantasos~ » Wed Nov 13, 2013 3:00 am
She snuggled into the bed tiredly.
Soldier covered her up and kissed her forehead then went to the kitchen. "do you know how to cook?" he asked as he eyed Cohen from across the room.
"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."