sweet, sweet remedy // v x raven (shrimp)
Jan 8, 2018 11:05:43 GMT -5
Post by napoleon, d2m ₊⊹ 🐁 ɢʀɪғғɪɴ. on Jan 8, 2018 11:05:43 GMT -5
Raven Sayer
━ and he cried with a loud voice:
Hurt not the earth, neither the sea, nor the trees.
(Revelation)
“—a swinging pendant!”, five syllables mom said—screamed—at his face before she elbowed the door shut. It hadn’t been a sunny couple of days. He broke his sister’s favorite daisy-patterned jar yesterday. The trees didn’t recuperated from last month’s winter. And, the mood-swings started to rebel against the pills mom had sneaked in nights before. Without their usual potency, a breakdown or two was guaranteed in the next few days. So, Raven sought after remedies that he wouldn’t generally do, either because he regarded them as shams or purely unrealistic. Except the likes of trepanation, geophagy or shamans. Those were saved for desperate times.
Aromatherapy. Word on the streets say it was effective. And, Raven thought, getting a whiff of incensed air and fragrances wasn’t such an experience in comparison to the other choices he had. One suggested a place and now, he stood, unsure of to give a knock or turn on his heels and go. Leave this problem for another day. After taking seconds to retrieve lost confidence, his knuckles collide against the door.
Hurt not the earth, neither the sea, nor the trees.
(Revelation)
“—a swinging pendant!”, five syllables mom said—screamed—at his face before she elbowed the door shut. It hadn’t been a sunny couple of days. He broke his sister’s favorite daisy-patterned jar yesterday. The trees didn’t recuperated from last month’s winter. And, the mood-swings started to rebel against the pills mom had sneaked in nights before. Without their usual potency, a breakdown or two was guaranteed in the next few days. So, Raven sought after remedies that he wouldn’t generally do, either because he regarded them as shams or purely unrealistic. Except the likes of trepanation, geophagy or shamans. Those were saved for desperate times.
Aromatherapy. Word on the streets say it was effective. And, Raven thought, getting a whiff of incensed air and fragrances wasn’t such an experience in comparison to the other choices he had. One suggested a place and now, he stood, unsure of to give a knock or turn on his heels and go. Leave this problem for another day. After taking seconds to retrieve lost confidence, his knuckles collide against the door.
