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The writing was in neat cursive, starting in the year 1864. It mostly talked about town life and the beginning of the house, occasionally...
She would find some old journals covered in dust. *** "Are your arms okay? Did it bite you?"
He nodded, moving to a pile to look through. *** He hugged her back hesitantly. "Are you okay?"
She continued to run her hand through his hair gently. *** It was dusty up there and quite a mess. Cassian frowned. "Hm.." *** He was taking...
She looked down at him affectionately, running her fingers through his hair. *** He squeezed her hand before starting up the ladder. *** They...
She shrugged. "I'd just like to." *** He looked back at her. "You okay?" *** Though he struggled, he managed to stay in the air.
She shook her head. "I'm going to stay up." *** He smirked, getting the stick to open the attic. Dust drifted down as he did so. *** He...
She kissed his hand. "That's okay, I get it." *** He rolled his eyes. "Probably. Let's open it." *** The light seemed to hurt it, and it...
"Well, I know, but.. I don't know." She shrugged. "I don't really want anyone to meet my mom, so I get it." *** He looked down at her. "What?"...
She looked up at him curiously. "How come?" *** He looked around for a bit, before finding the closed attic door. *** She would feel alone,...
She frowned slightly. "So I can't really meet your family?" *** He nodded, starting off to look for the attic.
She looked up at him curiously. "Why not?" *** He grinned, shaking his head slightly. "I'm not sure. Should we look?" *** She closed her...
She nodded, leaning into him gently. *** He sighed. "I don't know where to look.." *** "Hm," she murmured. "Alright then." *** He shook his...
She flushed, wrapping her arms around him affectionately. *** He frowned slightly, approaching. "Nothing helpful. You?" *** "I'll stay up,"...
She nodded, looking up at him. "I'd like that." *** He looked back at her. "Hm?" *** "A little bit," she admitted. "I'll be okay." ***...
She looked up at him hopefully. "We will?" *** It just seemed a fantasy story, nothing of importance. *** She rolled her eyes playfully,...
She reached up, resting her hands on his shoulders. They shifted to rest on his neck gently and she rested her forehead against his. "You won't...
She flushed, looking rather surprised, but tilted her head for him. "Sylas..?" *** There was nothing of interest, just old clothes and fabrics....
She quietly, shifted over to him, wrapping her arms around his waist. "If you're worried about me, that should say enough." *** He nodded,...
She looked at the ground, her brows furrowed as she said nothing. *** "Where should we start?" he asked curiously, dragging his hand along the...
