by ~Phantasos~ » Sun Aug 24, 2014 2:54 pm
Will heard quiet sobs coming from the brig and sighed deeply. "Ugh.." He groaned walking over to her cell. "What's wrong?"
Sarah stroked his hair softly,before falling asleep. She curled towards him and rested her head against his as she slept,muffled coughs disturbing her sleep every now and then.
"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."