Preparations, Preparations.

Love was the same, for a poor man and a King.

She was being nice to him, a concept he was struggling to grasp as he exposed himself in all the venerable areas. she had such pretty eyes, so light and crisp compared to his. He was almost sad to have to do this to her, ears flung forth as he heard his name. That was his name right? He started to giggle, her tongue tickling as it caressed his wounds. He felt like the Jesus Christ of wolves, filled to the brim with filth and sins and lies.

-i will finish this after my nap-



"We'll wish this never ends"