i know i was made to be a weapon, i know i cannot ask for warmth, but please, god, please, i am tired of being a knife. i do not want to be this violence anymore.
Safe. It was a word that in the past had been such a laughable thing. He had always related that word to weakness. But now? It was something he desired not necessarily for himself but for his wife. For the life that they had so carefully built together and the future life they —
—would all too often lay in bed holding each other and whispering softly of. Yes, he wanted that to be safe.
“Safe isn’t something I am used to, but I admit I am not against it.”
The word crave. It makes an eyebrow raise.
“Yeah? Guess we all get some off cravings from time —
Years ago he once was. But that might as well have been in another life entirely. Not something he cared to relive or discuss. The simple answer instead was giving with a laugh.
“What fun would have my life been had been one?”
No, not unwell only wanting a peaceful morning because he has more than enough chaos plotted to later.
“That I can do.”
He finds them a seat a little a way from others, but still close enough to crowds that he can easily watch everything.
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is he looking for a shirt due to the weather change or ? either way , she’ll go up to him and quickly speed them in front of the best place that sells poutine .
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Give him five minutes. The man has to find a shirt. He dug around the huge walk in closet. Shirts, shirts. He had a million yet wanted to wear none. What a day. What a day. Finally he gets one on and he is ready for action!
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