sat outside in his backyard, carving a piece of wood while he listened to a few fairies ramble on about everything and anything.

sat at his kitchen table, carefully painting Easter eggs in different colours.

mutters into his scarf as he slowly walked back home, coughs interrupting the quiet string of curses.

stood leaning casually against the outside of a restaurant, fixing the collar of his shirt as he waited for Denmark.

sat at home, deftly mending a small rip in a stuffed bunny.

sat curled up in a chair on his veranda, reading fairytales to himself as he enjoyed the rare warmth of the winter sun.

[Event] had taken a day to recover fully back in one of his rivers. He had to admit that he felt much better than he had since meeting_

coughs harshly, swallowing thickly at the amount of his own blood covering his hand. He tries to wipe it off on a garbage bag before_

hums happily, resting his violin in his lap, as he watches the last breaths of air break the surface in the form of bubbles as they betray_

walking bare-foot around the city with stones in his pockets, asking around for someone that could translate a strange language to him._