it rocks him to his core, the word, the prospect. for starters, no one's ever wanted to work with him! that, and . . .
it reverberates like a song's hymns that get stuck in your head. they stick and glue. they whirled his emotions up as if they were spun in a bottle and set free.
maybe he needs the biggest shower and his bed, even if he knows he's not a smudge exhausted in mind. its spinning gears, active and excited.
partners. ]
I'll— be here, then. [ jayce keeps rope snd reins in his hand, stands there rather foolishly with the same simper— it is rio that knocks her head into his side enough to startle a step offbalance. it seems she's rather tired herself, huffing at his boots— to which he combs through her mane in apology. ] Tomorrow.
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it rocks him to his core, the word, the prospect. for starters, no one's ever wanted to work with him! that, and . . .
it reverberates like a song's hymns that get stuck in your head. they stick and glue. they whirled his emotions up as if they were spun in a bottle and set free.
maybe he needs the biggest shower and his bed, even if he knows he's not a smudge exhausted in mind. its spinning gears, active and excited.
partners. ]
I'll— be here, then. [ jayce keeps rope snd reins in his hand, stands there rather foolishly with the same simper— it is rio that knocks her head into his side enough to startle a step offbalance. it seems she's rather tired herself, huffing at his boots— to which he combs through her mane in apology. ] Tomorrow.