by childo » Mon Aug 05, 2013 7:22 am
Snowden stroked her hair "it's okay, you're safe" he tried his best to comfort her but in reality he was pretty much useless, he never had much experience of being soothed.
Genie smiled and leant her forehead against his "hey" she whispered with a giggle , her words failing her as she searched his eyes, taking in the emotion that he hid in them, the blush stained her cheeks whilst she allowed herself to drown in the pure serenity of this moment.
Chenoa, my fursona.
(Made transparent by Geirou, and created by Geirou)
Spirits walking through the night,
Glowing with their souls alight,
Out of the resting place an angel stirs,
Casting away the halo of hers,
The rebellious words that she spoke,
Took away heavens hope,
Fallen angels own your soul.
