by ~Phantasos~ » Wed Nov 13, 2013 7:14 am
Soldier glared at him.
Kate stomped in and slapped Soldier hard.
Soldier raised his hand to his face in shock and stepped back.
She stood there furiously looking like a drowned kitten.
"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."