[ she doesn't even know herself, she thinks, but again, the touch is foreign and not. She doesn't know the owner, she's sure of it. But something still... ]
No.
[ the wind curls around his fingers, gently, lightly, but always with the warning of its destructive potential. ]
no subject
No.
[ the wind curls around his fingers, gently, lightly, but always with the warning of its destructive potential. ]
Would you like to?