Mar 25, 2018
@dramartiste
“It seems that many of our tales have been perversed to twist into fictitious leverage or forms of entertainment, both histories as well as stories intended to be passed.” Disappointment wracks her features, eyes quickly scanning the worn pages of a book as her fingers flip pages and exchange volumes on the shelves with lightning fast swiftness. “They would rather we look strange for a few chuckles or bouts of awe than truthfully account our lives. But I suppose that is what comes in hand with being as old as the both of us are, no?”