pion-de-lunettes / one-final-letter / silent-yet-volatile / ducissarosis / protegeant
Sneaking out in the middle of the night, taking a seat under one of the trees, there was something lovely about sitting out under the stars. The thing about night time was that there was no one around to disturb you; you had absolute freedom to do and to be anything you wanted. It was quite a peaceful change from everyday life.
So here he would sit for the next little while. Wouldn't be surprising if he actually fell asleep out here, that had happened a few-
Oh? Was someone there? How unfortunate, not to mention a little creepy. And here he was without his sword, hm. "Is something out there?"












