Pure buddy.. Why do ya never talk.. Or atleast not much? (both of the twins but I chose him)
They rarely talk. (In the past i drew them talking More.. But that's past.. Shh.)

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Pure buddy.. Why do ya never talk.. Or atleast not much? (both of the twins but I chose him)
They rarely talk. (In the past i drew them talking More.. But that's past.. Shh.)
3174 of u guys wow... hi
Countess Besnik Lovine
@veegreene
FC: Marine Vacth
I've known love
I can't sleep for shit and I'm feeling particularly emo, so I wrote this. This is the first draft and unedited. But hey, everything I do is my first draft and unedited. I've known love Twice But I've never known trust To trust someone to love you back? I've pushed what I could to its limit But I would never know the comfort of comfort I'd never know the quiet of trust They say love hurts? It doesn't But it opens the door for what does Like Pandora's box in reverse First the moth with a soft voice Comes out speaking of hope And then her brothers crawl out Laughing Hope casts some very dark shadows But I sit here sinking in to their laughing maws Because They were right It's unfathomable how much it hurts To be right To beg and bargain To want to be wrong To need to be wrong But.. I've known love twice But I've never known trust
Author’s note: What happens when “Hey Angel” fucks with my head.
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Hey angel,
Do you know the reasons why,
We look up to the sky?
I remember telling Harry to stop looking at the clouds.
I shouldn’t have said anything.
I should’ve known he’d listen to me. He was too loyal, and always willing to appease the ones whom he loved the most.
So I came back, and told him to never stop looking. To search for what he lost, and to keep the fire burning while the wick still stood tall.
I appeared before him one night, the clouds safely tucked away beneath a blanket of stars, and asked if he found what he’d lost.
I stood by the foot of his bed, and he reached out for me despite the distance between us. He asked me to come closer.
I told him that was as close as I could come.
“No” was his response. To what, I’m not sure.
Character tidbit
Enne'mera went overboard with her fel addiction. Eventually she was forced to stop, only to switch to bloodthistle consumption in attempt to sate her addiction.
Gosh darn?