by ~Phantasos~ » Wed Mar 27, 2013 4:20 am
Adara wandered in after a while. She sat on the edge of his bed and watched him worriedly. "Adrian?" She said softly and gently tugged on his shirt sleeve.
Chance watched tv then shifted into a wolf and stole Cohen's shoe. She trotted out of the room triumphantly with her head held high as she carried his shoe to the lobby.
"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."