 Re: Descending Through the Heavens to You. Lit.R.P.
OOC: Could you drag LHTYAKTU up? My meez is being slow.
IC: Calar picked up the pencil pouch that she'd missed.
"Do you need a hand?" He asked, his eyes sparkling.
She was his, and he was hers. It was obvious to him, and maybe her. But Calar couldn't read minds.
__________________ And run from them, from them, with no direction, We'll run from them, from them, with no conviction. Cause I'm just one of those ghosts, travelling endlessly, I don't need no roads, in fact, they follow me. |