Will. Will Argent. Yes, the longer he looked at himself the more he felt that was right.
The fae joined Fin and tucked into the omelette, eating happily and sipping his tea.
"Your poetry pleases me. I think we should collaborate on writing music. If the songs are god we could sell them to singers of note. Adele or Sam Smith..."
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Date: 2015-12-02 11:11 pm (UTC)The fae joined Fin and tucked into the omelette, eating happily and sipping his tea.
"Your poetry pleases me. I think we should collaborate on writing music. If the songs are god we could sell them to singers of note. Adele or Sam Smith..."