It was a damn cold night. He was lying on the first step of the shrine. Eyes closed, deep breath.
Another night passed alone.
Fool. He just can't imagine I'm this close to him, watching his relaxed muscles right above this tree.
She had a full view of the Master Emerald and his stoic and stubborn guardian.
A smirk marked her face.
Another night passed together.
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Short StorySimple drabbles to celebrate my all time favourite ship, Knuckles and Rouge.
