Wynn tried not to breath. He was standing at a mere ten foot from where she was hiding. Suddenly he turned and looked into her direction, as if he had discovered her, but he just stood there. Two swords in hand. He was lethal, and damn, he was beautiful as well.
nighttime sounds: an owl in a tree, wind rustling the remaining leaves gnarly branches, black against the moon the sweetest dreams, taking residence in my heart you & I an impossible possibility the sheets will not reveal my secrets
never would there evermore a song upon a breeze for music has forsaken us went lost among the trees now darkness has surrounded us and vanquished all the light in silence now we just await the visitor in the night