Feb 1, 2016
‘ m - mister wenhamm! ’ chime, and the mellifluous call of girlhood beckons forth her own misfortune. and yet, she blooms! o’daughter of the velvet spring, sweet child of the earth. she fumbles easy, step by step, nearly trips with such zeal and fervid luster. ‘ i - i, um —— i b - brought you your coffee! ’
@quaddux
#quaddux#❛ post. ( starter )#❛ youth verse. ( a child wounded / by god's misplaced caresses )#: ^ ) i remade my icons just for this#are you ready for this#she just wants him to like her reeba that's it#also u have to admit it's pretty impressive that an eight year old can pronounce his name coherently
