Dec. 22nd, 2011 at 4:40 PM
[Fay doesn't mind the cold. He never has, not when he's spent the majority of his life in subzero temperatures. But today the cold is less a welcome relief than it is an unpleasant reminder, and so he's hied himself off to the indoors, seating himself in front of a merrily crackling fire. There's a cup of cocoa on the table next to the sofa, and a neatly folded blanket resting on the sofa arm, but something's missing from this quaint little scene.
Perhaps that something is you?]
(ooc: with marina memories! also, apologies for slow and rusty tags.)
Perhaps that something is you?]
(ooc: with marina memories! also, apologies for slow and rusty tags.)