A Tragic Premature Physical Meet
[My body is not yet ready to be loved.] Jacob read the message again. His brow furrowed. He rubbed the back of his head. Low self-esteem, maybe? Oh dear...
[My body is not yet ready to be loved.] Jacob read the message again. His brow furrowed. He rubbed the back of his head. Low self-esteem, maybe? Oh dear...
The figure that walked in the tavern doors was so average in every way that all the regulars were immediately suspicious. Nobody so normal would visit the Skulking Bucket…
“Ahh.” Titania beamed at the shrouded woodland before them. “Is there ANYTHING not made more beautiful by moonlight?”
Oh. I’m dreaming. “Er, not this time, old friend…”
“Sorry I’m late, I got distracted AGAIN…”