I was angry with my friend; I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe. . .

'Tis the season, I suppose.

December’s nostalgia always was the coldest.

And would you look at that? A New Moon as of tonight. How lovely.~

Pathetic.

By the by, darling, how /was/ your eclipse? Lance (Fan Acct/Parody)

They trickle against the windowpane like raindrops, their journey down languid and deliberate. Enticing to the eye, refreshing to the touch.

But boys will always be boys once you've stood in the presence of a man.

Speak of the devil and he doth appear. No good of himself does a listener hear. ~

An... interesting development. Perhaps I should reconsider my feelings.

As autumn comes and the leaves change, so does the longing of the heart it seems. Perhaps winter will be a bitter cold this year.

Mhm.

Katherine. Katherine Karen Secure the house and tell the others there are to be no more battles for today. I will be occupied.

Autumn approaches and the heart begins to dream.

Mhm.

What a special month.

I still think that our best dialogue was between our glances.

And just like that, the last leaf in Laverre has finally fallen.

And what better a time to reflect upon the things in our lives that are also best left to perish and wither away?

But the ghosts of Yule time's past have always carried the most stubborn of memories.