IC; backdated to 9/7
[it is evening.
the treehouse, for those who pass it regularly, is a little differently tonight. what is normally a soft even glow of light seems to be flickering vaguely, and the heavy curtains that make up its door are drawn, the ladder left down.
perhaps something is up.
if no one else would notice, violet certainly would.]
the treehouse, for those who pass it regularly, is a little differently tonight. what is normally a soft even glow of light seems to be flickering vaguely, and the heavy curtains that make up its door are drawn, the ladder left down.
perhaps something is up.
if no one else would notice, violet certainly would.]