It Is A Child's Hand Emerging From A Dark Room To Curl Around A Doorframe - Blog Posts

NUHUH dont do this!! y'all better not be doing this to me i cry easily this has the soft snd mournful prose of a forgotten grave on a rainy day the words you said to your best friend when you saw her for the last time if only you could remember what it is a child's hand emerging from a dark room to curl around a doorframe it is the last streetlight on a starless night going out i am actually viscerally and deeply sorrowful to read such words and yet they hold such deep love and hope “it loves you” im going to cry all over your nicest clothes hollow and ghost's heads against each other :((( my favorite twins the idea of hornet abandoning jaded mantel of a cynic to briefly and quietly shunt off the burden of a kingdom she shouldered when it was meant for the ones of the wyrm and the beast and speak to the sibling she must have tried to harden her heart against to speak to them as she would have as a little child running innocently and happily behind them javing emitoions dont look at me my nose is runninjg.