James tacks up a fabric designed rose, with a note next to it, in rather neat cursive writting, with a rarity seen on his facial features, a calming, almost understand to the point for those who catch a rare glimpse of it.
I'm rather...mmm, Too young to gaze in such reflections of being too old to ponder the thought of emptiness. I understand though the feeling and remember it all to well, past that, I s'pose perhaps it's eternal, but the situation I have is not. I seem to be needing a matching rose for the other wrist some time, thanks for makin' me a better man with style and grace.
You know who this is, and who its for.
I'm rather...mmm, Too young to gaze in such reflections of being too old to ponder the thought of emptiness. I understand though the feeling and remember it all to well, past that, I s'pose perhaps it's eternal, but the situation I have is not. I seem to be needing a matching rose for the other wrist some time, thanks for makin' me a better man with style and grace.
You know who this is, and who its for.
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