Inside one of the tents a fire was burning, casting long and distorted shapes on the dark wooden walls, and Marco was staring deep into its heart. The red flames crackled and spat as towers and fortresses were erected within it, only to collapse into the ashes. Celia watched him carefully. "Marco?" He swallowed. "I can't think anymore Celia. My mind is just mute blackness..."
Rated: K - English - Romance/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 1 - Words: 981 - Reviews: 8 - Favs: 24 - Follows: 3 - Published: 10/28/2012 - Marco A., Celia B. - Complete