Today my archangel came for a last supper of sorts, but the Judas kiss had fire in it. Control is overrated. It is nice to be appreciated.
My archangel, I am glad we have said the three words. Easily guessed but I keep them a little close.
Now we gather.
It is strange, the first holiday in some time where cara mia does not pace outside the gates. Every couple finds it thus I suppose. It will be my wolf who suffers alone. It is his season of memory and no warrior to defend it.