by ~Phantasos~ » Sat Jan 19, 2013 1:23 pm
Arwen blinked in confusion. She shifted into a cat and rubbed against his legs gently purring quietly.
"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."