Today, I will wear my white button down

EVERY GRIN WE SHARE IS LIKE.
"speech." . 'thoughts' . attack

the troubles that had been plaguing his mind, had been overcome by the situation with ares. there were many things that he wished he could have done differently, words he could have said, so, so many things. ragged was the breath he took as he forced his screaming muscles to work with him, stretching them before they could stiffen any further. swallowing as he shuffled through camp, ears angling in seven's direction as he heard the tigress come out from her home. turning his head in her direction, observing her for a while as he struggled to keep his body in a relaxed state.

exhaling through his nose, the tom would approach slowly, stretching out his form as he approached the stairs and waved his tail as he stepped out of the stretch. he wouldn't be able to speak with her or write anything for her to read, she was blind and he was mute; what an ironic pair of people. keeping himself standing, resting his side against the stairs, simply finding comfort in her presence, for what it was worth.

A PRAYER COMMITTED TO THE SONG WE SING.
aesior opheles of tanglewood. -- grim - feline shifter.

credit @/teef