When the door of the Ozwald's residence got kicked out of its place for the second time in a span of one freaking month, it was exactly at the same moment that Aamon decided to end his one-way conversation, and in a blink of an eye, he transformed himself into an azure raven and flew away, leaving only a single feather on my bed.
...Right before the fiery figure of my lion boyfriend appeared in the corner of my eyes.
"Hi, b*tch."
"..."
Well...
Should have realized sooner what the heck that blue bird was talking about with that Smell of ash, destruction, and grief, huh?
During the minute of silence, two pairs of eyes had met each other, Leo and I, one stood still in the middle of the doorway, and one sat quietly on the bed; no one seemed to have felt like striking up a conversation.
"..."
"..."
