So it was that very early on, November had learned that if you wait for someone to give you what you need, it never comes to be.
If you want to get what you need, you have to take it.
A small smile crept across his face as Green went on, still hidden carefully in the folds of the other boy's robes. "So... We just have to make another one of those stones, and then it can be ours forever, and we can keep each other alive for a thousand years?" He was beaming, now, and wriggling a little in sheer excitement, his body growing warmer to the touch. All they had to do was be clever enough to make this strange, magic stone, and then it would be theirs and theirs alone, and no one could take it from them.
And it's a strange breed, a different kind of creature looks for love through the eye of a needle
Strength: 6 | Agility: 10 | Control: 10 | Stamina: 4