@OfTheNorthWind —about her every hour of the day and never run out of things to say about her. Not even for a moment. She was his muse in every way possible.
@OfTheNorthWind “She’s hard to mistake. Brown hair, porcelain skin. A smile that would light up a Gods darkest hours. A touch like velvet on the skin. The list goes on. To think anyone could compare to her would be delusional.” He could have gone on and on. He could write a poem —
@OfTheNorthWind “You might have heard of it, but it’s a little cold and one of the residence there just happens to be drop dead gorgeous. So much so that I am convinced that it’s a sin for her to make every other being on this earth seem less than average.” He said with a grin before he —
@OfTheNorthWind < It was the first time he had really thought about it, but there was some truth there. He was where he wanted to be and with her was home for him.
@OfTheNorthWind < annoying as some of my brothers can be, which they are, you have nothing to worry about. They tend to do their own thing. More so as of late. I guess we have all planted out roots." Was that what the two of them were doing? Planting roots? >