Tell me if you want me, babe
In one of the Gauche's sunrooms, in the early evening, Tay is leaning on her crutches by the window, staring out the window. She looks distinctly unsettled by something, and her wings are out, pressed tightly to her back like she can't quite bring herself to pull them in, but doesn't really want them out, either.
What she's looking at, downstairs in the garden, is Mat. He's sitting in the grass leaning against a tree, apparently quite relaxed, with a little smirk on his face. Anyone who knows him at all will know that this is REALLY WEIRD. He's been doing it all week, and no one's really sure why.
(WARNING: possible triggers in Tay-Aaron thread, read with discretion.)
What she's looking at, downstairs in the garden, is Mat. He's sitting in the grass leaning against a tree, apparently quite relaxed, with a little smirk on his face. Anyone who knows him at all will know that this is REALLY WEIRD. He's been doing it all week, and no one's really sure why.
(WARNING: possible triggers in Tay-Aaron thread, read with discretion.)