Originally Posted by alexthewhite
Originally Posted by blazelust
luke eagerly obliges. he takes a few drags, eyes squinted and brow furrowed. plucking the card from the ledge before the wind steals it away, luke holds it close at eye-level for a better look. despite the strong smell of smoke, he detects something sweeter.
'i remember this smell-- vanilla? sort of. something old, like ... old books, i think. a librarian, maybe? or maybe she writes books. this card doesn't say what she does. i don't remember. did i ever know? ...'
Originally Posted by Flack_W
he shakes his head once.
'it feels sort of like a scar.'