♥︎. “A Quiet Bond ; A tale behind cracked piano keys 𐚁

─── I. Once, the rain changed its
            mind. Only the hush of wind
            remained and tiny footsteps
            along an old wooden hall,
            delivering a letter from beneath
            the stairs. 💌

✱ A tender friendship... (&. woven through gentle hours. Every word, adorned with wistful laughter. Among clinking teaspoons and warm honeyed tea, the feeling never faded like Celestine’s giggles, or Ernest’s sleepy hums in his rocking chair. They become lullabies, become illustrations, become the pale moon at the window waiting quietly for us to return. For those being celebrated, @TheDoucheron & @Monarchyson, love isn’t always loud. Sometimes it arrives like a small cat: silent, soft, and unwilling to leave.

                                  In the hush of silence,
                     something wordless lingered,
                              🏠🐻‍❄️🐹 @CorwellWorld.

The heavens may have saw us first. Take a glimpse of Corwell’s Fourth and Swift’s Carmen’s walk today, Owels! We binged through a few-stops with Fourth’s new digicam—through the DVD store; before we went on to buy flowers. Just casual walks, strolls, while serving pretty face; those sunflowers are as pretty as her, aren’t they, Owels?

Give a reaction yang meriyah, owel 😈

      ♥︎. “A Quiet Bond ; A tale behind cracked piano keys 𐚁

─── I. Once, the rain changed its
            mind. Only the hush of wind
            remained and tiny footsteps
            along an old wooden hall,
            delivering a letter from beneath
            the stairs. 💌

✱ A tender friendship... (&. woven through gentle hours. Every word, adorned with wistful laughter. Among clinking teaspoons and warm honeyed tea, the feeling never faded like Celestine’s giggles, or Ernest’s sleepy hums in his rocking chair. They become lullabies, become illustrations, become the pale moon at the window waiting quietly for us to return. For those being celebrated, @TheFleurs, @HouseOfLuthien, & @TheEdurne love isn’t always loud. Sometimes it arrives like a small cat: silent, soft, and unwilling to leave.

                                  In the hush of silence,
                     something wordless lingered,
                              🏠🐻‍❄️🐹 @CorwellWorld.