#019 // Although I search myself, it's always someone else I see
I am glad for the existence of coffee, warm blankets, and quiet time. It seems to be some of the best therapy known to man.
Want, how are you holding up?
Throne.
My turn this time. Come talk to me when you've got a moment?
((ooc: strikeouts = blacked out entirely after five minutes. Last night Drake got Throne's dream, but at least he knows what it is when he sees it.))
Want, how are you holding up?
Throne.
My turn this time. Come talk to me when you've got a moment?
((ooc: strikeouts = blacked out entirely after five minutes. Last night Drake got Throne's dream, but at least he knows what it is when he sees it.))