The fire briefly flares up, Sonne letting go as the flame dances and flickers, sending a few sparks here and there. The sword nestles itself ontop of the fire, a slight tinge of red as it lights up briefly. He puts his hand by the campfire, standing with the hand outstretched to it. The flame reflects in his dull silver and blue armour, dancing and sparks bouncing off him.
The fire is warmer, and brighter. You feel your chests being warmer. You feel a little more comfortable.
edited 18th May '16 7:55:40 PM by f1r3lemon
всегда верен... I'll feel better once I have knives.
-She gets up and heads to the kitchen-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?To protect people.
-She picks up an impressive carving knife with a sheath clipped over the blade, stuffing it in her inner jacket-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

... Are you alright?
LOVE IS STORED IN THE AXOLOTL!