Date: 2010-06-13 05:49 am (UTC)
[Oh he did. Numerous times without an ounce of victory over them. Whoever tied them was a master of their craft. They were there for his benefit after all. The blow to his skull as caused his eyes to swell up, the bandages were there to keep it down.

Long digits curled slightly to each of her faint swaths along the soft pad of his palm, the letters drawing clearly in his mind. His slender brows knit at the ingenious of this little winged girl. Heaven sent, should there have been any doubt?

Swallowing down the desert on his tongue a wry smile wriggled it's away onto him as his general ill will simply faded with sound of silence. He almost hated breaking it.]


I... wouldn't have come and taken the vacancy of this room of my own accord.

[The blame went straight to his Mother Goose, Anderson.]

I really.. should not be here. Just a small bump on the head.

[That knocked him out for the better half of the week.]

You.. needn't fret yourself.
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