You'll know
She selects the rose and twirls it in her fingertips, inhaling it's scent before relinquishing it just a moment; long enough to pen her reply.
Such that the black rose and the grey stem have come to live more fully than any have before. Where would she be without the support of he who holds her?
Lost...fallen.
Perhaps I'm already.
Such that the black rose and the grey stem have come to live more fully than any have before. Where would she be without the support of he who holds her?
Lost...fallen.
Perhaps I'm already.
a usual faint grin, eyes steadily 'pon the parchment, as his hand traces along her wording, closing his eyes then, absorbing her presence, before beginning to pen in a reply
Then I'll have to hold you up, keep you steady, on your path, if you seem troubled, I'll re-encourage you, re-inforce you, keep a steady hand, and a eye on the goals, aye?
Then I'll have to hold you up, keep you steady, on your path, if you seem troubled, I'll re-encourage you, re-inforce you, keep a steady hand, and a eye on the goals, aye?
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