[littl3chocobo]

(i'm a furniture freak, don't know all the brands but i do know the terms hahaha)


he smiled lightly 'it is fine' he followed behind 'the little boy stayed in the tree until it grew dark, as he climbed down the tree, the little twig man in his pocket, the fairy warned him if he took the little man from the forest the little man could never come back to it or the magic would be broken. the boy accepted this and took the little man home, as he left the cool dark embrace of the forest his little stick man transformed into another little boy, one with fingers and toes and eyes, a little boy just like any other but for his eyes, they stayed the vibrant shade of green the tree had been, the forest was in those eyes. they went to the small house hand-in hand then.' he stopped, his story was still not done but he had no more to tell so he stopped, he wondered how the end would come out but did not push for an answer, he knew the story would tell itself in time. he looked at the other who had sat down at the table to listen.