This Fragrance, It Comes

[fiercestx]

The air is not still, nor quiet.

It is as he remembers.

The land of fire, leaves and trees is never silent. For there is life here, he knows. There are people who move and breathe and feel and it shows. It is in the air, in the earth, it the trees that shade it.

He can feel heartbeats. Lives. The things that are lost to him now.

He is not dead, though

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I do not!

[fiercestx]

You're an amazing writer, you're hilarious and twisted (in an awesome way, dont get me wrong) and we have very different styles, you cant compare them.

I show off btw because I have the confidence to ;) Theres no reason not to self-pimp just a little haha.

Thanks hon!