Release

"Time is fickle, it is not as linear as we believe, now it is?" Tom mused, as the flame twinkled darkly his deep cerulean eyes. "Whatever do you mean?" Violet hoarsely whispered, captivated with the emotion lurking behind his facade. "Simply that we seem to exist multidimensionally, yet live in the confines of austerity." His voice musically leaving into an abyss of darkness. TR/OC