Log [In Progress]
Who: Culgan & Seed That damn military duo!
Where: Their new room
What: Resolving their fight, maybe? ;D
Rating: Undecided. At least PG-13 for possible language? 8D
The air outside was distinctly cold. Tiny flakes of snow were drifting down, not that it mattered terribly to him. Culgan was standing at the single window that was between their twin beds. The quarters were new, and felt it. They reminded him of barracks from Highland, a fact that made him uncomfortable. The aristocratic man sighed to himself and turned to stare at the as-yet un-rumpled bed that belonged to Seed.
He wasn’t sure where Seed had gone after their tiff about Highland, but he was not going to chase after him. He’d only said what his thoughts had been echoing for quite some time. They had no home left. There was nothing they could do about it.
Where: Their new room
What: Resolving their fight, maybe? ;D
Rating: Undecided. At least PG-13 for possible language? 8D
The air outside was distinctly cold. Tiny flakes of snow were drifting down, not that it mattered terribly to him. Culgan was standing at the single window that was between their twin beds. The quarters were new, and felt it. They reminded him of barracks from Highland, a fact that made him uncomfortable. The aristocratic man sighed to himself and turned to stare at the as-yet un-rumpled bed that belonged to Seed.
He wasn’t sure where Seed had gone after their tiff about Highland, but he was not going to chase after him. He’d only said what his thoughts had been echoing for quite some time. They had no home left. There was nothing they could do about it.