by ~Phantasos~ » Tue Jan 29, 2013 5:06 am
Chance giggled. She rested her head on his shoulder tiredly.
Soldier snickered then went back to what he was doing.
"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."