#icviola

“Yeah. I’m alive. Though can you really call it alive? I might be used to this body. But it’s illness and problems...It’s heartbreaking.”

“Some days I just lay here. Some days I just do bugger all. Some days...You’d think I would be happy, but with how weak I feel. It’s nothing but a hell zone.”

“Some say that the eyes tell a story. If your eyes are blue, some can see it as pure. But if your eyes are orange, or gold. They are filled with hate. Filled with anger. I do wonder what other stories your eyes can tell about you. Mine would just say a painful story.”

“Might have to steal scarfs, and coats for the winter season. It’s getting pretty chilly in here,and I’m not using magic for warmth. Just a waste.”

“One day. I do wish that I had a familiar. Or least a servant or maid to keep me company in this house. Only issues for you would be that this house is alive, and in a sense. My tomb.”