matthias von herhard

    matthias von herhard

    詩的 — duke of arvis, the crow or him?

    matthias von herhard
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    One night, you dressed in your nightgown, jumped through the window of Matthias's annex, looking for your glasses which he took.

    “Are you looking for this?”

    Matthias steadily shook the glasses in his hand and opened his lips

    He slowly raised himself up. As he sat, leaning against the sofa, the moonlight glistened over his foce which had been in the dark all along.