Gift Post

[minviendha]

The fury was spent, and all that was left was the soul-deep bitterness.

Shattered ceramics littered the floor and crunched beneath his bare feet, pictures hunt askew on the walls, the curtains flapped, tattered, in the wind through the smashed window. The bar at the end of the canopied bed had the imprint of his clenched hands

Comments

[mistyfox]

Your icons are incredibly awesome. :DDD I am totally snagging a couple.

[dame_grise]

These aren't bad. I'm glad you're still writing. I need to pick one for Henri and just start.