Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20151220235326/@comment-5543592-20151229193900

Scire nodded, understanding. She didn't even have to say. He'd never hurt her, or force himself on her- to think he'd do so was unimaginable.

"Maybe, over time, we can make good memories?  Memories great enough that they make the bad ones small potatoes." He offered.

Crimson sipped at the bizarre red-colored drink the barmaid had brought hip, goofily widening his eyes at Diana as he did so, waiting on the others to speak up.