Writing prompt:
Your Bed: Describe where you sleep each night.
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It is a large and lofty bed. The rose and velvet curtains hang low to give way for extra privacy and the fluffed pillows and blankets are constantly welcoming. The room smells sweet, of sap and old paper. But it's old and the bed creaks incessantly. And it's too large for one man to sleep alone in. It gets cold then, when there is no one to share the sheets with. He doesn't spend much time under the covers when the loneliness chills his fingers. He warms them and stretches them and lays them over keys and strings.
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Herr Österreich
FanfictionAll of the stories I posted on my Instagram (austria.the.band.nerd) but full and not split up due to word constraints. ~ Mostly GerAus and AusHun. ~ Some other stuff too, although.
