Posted: Thu, 16/03/2017 01:08 (7 Years ago)
Oliver and Harper were curled up in a treehouse, a secret hideaway.
Oliver was curled up against the corner, and Harper was making
something out of bread and ham. Oliver didn't want to know. He
whimpered softly, his head pulsing and stomach growling. "I'm
sorry." He muttered, making Harper looked back at him. "For what,
lovebug?" They purred, placing the food on a plate. Oliver blinked.
"Being a mess." He said softly, quivering. Harper laughed, placing
down the boy's plate. "It's quite alright. Not your fault." They
said, brushing hair from his eyes. Oliver smiled weakly.