by ~Phantasos~ » Fri Jan 18, 2013 11:42 am
Soldier hit Cowen with his free arm.
Chance ran to Soldier and threw her arms around him and hugged him tightly. She whimpered softly and rested her head on his chest.
Soldier's eyes flashed blue and he kissed the top of her comforting.
"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."