(anOTP: for phedre) bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao!
Rest. Oh, blessed rest. Favrielle misses it from time to time, which makes her even more grateful when she does get it.
Rest. Blessed rest. It's so refreshing to relax, laying on her back on a bench she had dragged on the large balcony; next to it there's a small table with a wine decanter and a basket full of grapes and peaches.
Favrielle sighs, closing her eyes. Even her fiery personality feels the need to reduce the speed sometimes.
Rest. Blessed rest. It's so refreshing to relax, laying on her back on a bench she had dragged on the large balcony; next to it there's a small table with a wine decanter and a basket full of grapes and peaches.
Favrielle sighs, closing her eyes. Even her fiery personality feels the need to reduce the speed sometimes.