[ He will take that light, and he will keep any commentary about Nevarra hiding its heartbreakers underground unspoken, because Circles are a touchy topic with the mages and Nevarra is currently on metaphorical fire and it altogether seems like needlessly dangerous ground for a joke. ]
I was blessed with a stupid heart. It can only hold one thought at a time. Frequently a foolish thought, but merci au Créateur, just the one.
[ He finds a scrap of unnecessary paper to serve as an ashtray and puts it on the table. ]
So—you have someone living in your ribcage, and someone writing you sonnets.
no subject
[ He will take that light, and he will keep any commentary about Nevarra hiding its heartbreakers underground unspoken, because Circles are a touchy topic with the mages and Nevarra is currently on metaphorical fire and it altogether seems like needlessly dangerous ground for a joke. ]
I was blessed with a stupid heart. It can only hold one thought at a time. Frequently a foolish thought, but merci au Créateur, just the one.
[ He finds a scrap of unnecessary paper to serve as an ashtray and puts it on the table. ]
So—you have someone living in your ribcage, and someone writing you sonnets.