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[wishmadeinfire]

You know... it suddenly struck me this afternoon that in exactly one week, I will be a year closer to my three hundredth birthday. Three whole centuries, even if I am not quite there yet. Just over twenty years left to go...  

It also struck me that, being here, I might actually live to see it. 

[And with that wistful little moment, he goes back to sitting in the gardens at a small little table with four chairs, sipping his tea in the evening warmth with some little sweets before him, watching some fireflies dance for the last time before it becomes to cold.]

Comments

[legacydeck]

All sorts of things, most of which would likely bore you to tears.

[Theory nerrrrrds]

[wishmadeinfire]

Hmm, probably, and then there's that one time that you do do something and it blows a wall out.

[legacydeck]

Property damage? Never.

[wishmadeinfire]

Oh of course, never. Not between you four.

[legacydeck]

Four? Dare I ask whom else you're including in this equation?

[wishmadeinfire]

Yourself, Vanyel, Felix, and Howl. Aren't you four a little quartet?

[legacydeck]

I think Howl would probably disagree with that assessment.

[wishmadeinfire]

Howl can feel as he wishes, it does not change the fact you four spend quite a bit of time together.

[legacydeck]

Heh, entirely true. Even if it's sometimes against his own desires~

[wishmadeinfire]

_{[He rolled his eyes on his head and chuckled.]}

But all for his own good, am I right?

[legacydeck]

Oh, of course~