gentle was the voice of a prophet, emerald oculars focusing upon the other as fingertips brush against the bar’s counter top, dragging along the wood. normally, he wouldn’t step into such an establishment, yet certain ... EVENTS led him to do otherwise. ❛ if you wish for my advice, it would be to rest your sorrows down, friend, & leave them where they lie. you are MUCH STRONGER than you give yourself credit for. ❜
@cardwitchery, ( ♡ ) !!












