August Nights
STORY 5 I'd pick your thunder, I'd pick your rain: over anyone's sunshine any day.
STORY 5 I'd pick your thunder, I'd pick your rain: over anyone's sunshine any day.
the sun and sea were just beings waiting to die out ALL CREDIT GOES TO THE CREATOR OF HARRY POTTER, EVEN IF I DO NOT SUPPORT JK ROWLING IN ANY WAY. I DO, HOWEVER OWN MY ORIGINAL CHARACTERS.
the stains that blotched their shirts were different; his from spilled coffee and hers from accidental cigarette burns. however, the stains on their bodies matched so beautifully. the red hickeys ethereally nested on her collarbones blending with the purple love bites trailing up his neck. [r. lupin] [highest: #60 fan...
"Alive.." He started to say, repeating the last word. "That's how you make me feel."