rapt contemplation
Now that the holidays have been winding down, it seems like the snow has been piling up. Outside, the wind howls bitterly, and though Kevin would usually prefer to be out there than in here, even he has retreated to the warmth of the library hearth.
He's settled down, with his hands wrapped around a hot cup of tea, staring at the flames with his one remaining eye. Honestly, for once, he's actually hoping that someone will come by for him to talk to. It's been lonely here without the Sinclairs.
It's finally starting to sink in how much he misses them all.
He's settled down, with his hands wrapped around a hot cup of tea, staring at the flames with his one remaining eye. Honestly, for once, he's actually hoping that someone will come by for him to talk to. It's been lonely here without the Sinclairs.
It's finally starting to sink in how much he misses them all.