CottonBear
pen scratches
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- 27
(Everyone feel free to join, warning I'm about action, and adventure, I'm not thrilled by magic ,demons ,M rated things)
Up late at night , the candle was burning his favorite scent, of chocolate Danash , a bitter sweet melted chocolatey swirl of Carmel .
Why is he up so late?
He was reading a journal that wasn't quite his , it belonged to
A late girl named Lydia Time , he often takes people's things
Who are no longer amongst the living, he doesn't feel as guilty, though he has given in to meddling into others business that aren't quite dead, he just dislikes them typically.
After hours of reading the sound began to rise, he couldn't sleep now though he had to tend his garden, no matter what came up , so he put on his coat and went outside, hoping there weren't any neighbors around, he got his tools from the shed and started caring for the plants.
Up late at night , the candle was burning his favorite scent, of chocolate Danash , a bitter sweet melted chocolatey swirl of Carmel .
Why is he up so late?
He was reading a journal that wasn't quite his , it belonged to
A late girl named Lydia Time , he often takes people's things
Who are no longer amongst the living, he doesn't feel as guilty, though he has given in to meddling into others business that aren't quite dead, he just dislikes them typically.
After hours of reading the sound began to rise, he couldn't sleep now though he had to tend his garden, no matter what came up , so he put on his coat and went outside, hoping there weren't any neighbors around, he got his tools from the shed and started caring for the plants.