Part 1 (Where the idea came from, very bare bones)
Okay wow, wasn’t expecting so many people wanting a part 2 tbh, also thank you for the follows as well (although IDK why you’d want to follow me, I’m random and rarely post sometimes.)
So before I get into this part 2, I just wanna make a few things clear.
I’m still new to DC/Batman most I know if from the animated series and I haven't seen it in ages, I have been able to get bits and pieces here and there though.
ANYONE is welcomed to use these ideas/concepts, just let me know, send me it, allow me to read it please. If anyone wants to draw some the ideas too that’ll be amazing, just let me know! I wanna see!
Also, I might, keyword MIGHT, actually write this idea into a story too, idk yet maybe. its been years since I wrote an actual fic tbh so I’m a little rusty. (You can actually see I used more of my writing style on this one compared to the last one tbh)
Also the reason I split these idea/concept into parts is the fact I tend to ramble and I knew if I wrote it on part 1 it would had gotten so long so here’s a fresh page with the rest of the ideas...
So the reason why I had this idea is because I read some fics where Ra’s always knows about Danny being either the Ghost King or a Halfa, or can fight him cause he has knowledge, I wanted a story where even Ra’s can be surprised and realizes there will ALWAYS be a ‘bigger’ fish even for that old ‘immortal’ (especially if Danny is Ra’s “failure of a heir.”)
Sorry this took a while, I wrote Part 1 at the end of me being sick by Covid, had to catch up on a few RL things, and legit a few days later my AC unit upstairs broke during a CA heatwave and it was pure HECK being in my room.
Danny is a little out of character but this is how I feel he'll be like with a year of being the Ghost King could be, along with the fact he has help from his friends and ghost friends as well. He's learned how to rule and has grown.
Oh be prepared, this is what happens when I’m allowed to ramble on ideas. This... This got rambly. (You should had seen this and part 3 together, it was so rambly)
So, a few things to note about Danny before we begin.
His name was is Danyal al Ghul (Wayne) Daniel “Danny” Fenton.
He was also known as (Ghost Boy, Ghost Child, Ghost Punk, Halfa) Danny Phantom
He also had other names as well such as The Great One, or Savoir of the Ghost Zone
But... for the last year he has been known as...
Ruler of the Infinite Realm, His Royal Highness King Phantom. Or as he would rather be simply referred to as (when he’s forced to have/use a title)...
The Ghost King.
...King Phantom also worked.
Simple yes, but Danny preferred it. (Again only when he’s forced to use a title, which sadly since being crowned the new King is most of the time now and only those close to him still call him Danny or at the very least Daniel (coughClockworkcough).
SO.... Its had been a year since Danny had been crowned the new Ghost King, sure he was still a teen and it was honestly very hard in the beginning. Learning the ins and outs of the royal courts, setting up his inner court (aka those he trusted), dealing with entitled nobles, and how to handle the the weight of the crown he now wore but he knew he didn't have to face it by himself. Well not all of it, there was a few things he did on his own in order to prove he's a fair King, but Danny honestly loved it when he could get together with his inner circle (more like family) and discuss the recent news of the Infinite Realm (which Danny learned was the actual name of the Ghost Zone, he long since switched to using that name over the one his parents coined), problems needing to be addressed, and upcoming important festivals or days (Danny knew of the Holiday Truce but he didn't know of any other Ghost holidays/festivals until his ghost friends explained them to him) along with a number of his Kingly duties. This was just barely touching the surface of what Danny had to do nearly daily and again it took a while but he eventually was getting the hang of being a King.
Funny enough one of those duties turned out to be healing the oozing scars the old Ghost King left on the Mortal Realm during his reign... because those scars eventually became the Lazarus Pits and had they been causing harm in the Mortal Realm.
By the Ancients, the Lazarus Pits.
That was something Danny hadn't been expecting to hear so soon after regaining his memories from before living with the Fenton’s. And when Clockwork explained it to him, a small smirk on the always age changing beings face, that all the Pits would eventually dry up thus they would no longer be able to revive the dead once Danny started healing them...
Danny had laughed when he had been told this information.
He laughed until he had started to cry. He had even laughed so hard he changed back from his ghost form to his living one and then back again because he lost breath from his laughter. (It actually concerned his friends, Dani and Jazz when this happened tbh) It took a while but when Danny’s laughter finally trailed into hiccups, light coughs, and deep breaths, Clockwork merely floated over and asked with all-knowing smirk on his face “Quite done Daniel?”
You see the reason why this was funny to Danny was the fact that he was finally getting revenge on his ex-grandfather for... well for everything. And he was going to enjoy ruining Ra’s al Ghul treasured little Lazarus Pits with pure glee. The amount of pure joy he felt knowing this even surpassed his feelings for when he’s able to mess up Vlad’s evil plans for the month.
As mentioned before, Danny had no memories upon waking up in a hospital after nearly losing his life from wounds no child should ever have on their bodies. It wasn’t until the night after his crowning that as he dreamed of his past, it was in these dreams he had finally remembered everything. When he had woken up he had instantly went flying to Clockwork’s lair to speak with the time keeper, especially when he had remembered the last thing he had saw before waking up in the hospital.
[“Why?” that was all Danny would ask when seeing the ageless ghost, not bothering to say hello or even small talk like they normally would do, if he had been his living form he would had been breathing heavily from the speed he flown to get there.
“It hadn’t been your time, your Highness.” was the only reply before the ticking of clocks in the room filled the silence between them.]
He had been Danyal al Ghul, the second heir to the Demon Head Ra’s al Ghul, the League of Assassins leader and his grandfather, son of Talia al Ghul, and twin brother to first heir Damian al Ghul.
Talia, his mother, was a stoic woman. A true Assassin. Beautiful yet deadly. Someone Danyal could see now who would do anything to stay in power if he was to be honest with himself. But she did love him and Damian in her own way, only showing them this parental love when they were alone, away from servants and other assassin’s eyes. Some of his fondest memories of the woman had been her cupping his face and speaking softly of how much he looked like her “Beloved”, their father. His eyes, and hair (and his 'soft' heart) were the only things he knew about his father, the only thing he has been allowed to know.
Damian, his twin brother, both of them mostly sharing the same face with small differences and build at the time, his other half, the one that he had came into this world together had, was, is the one Danyal would die for. And he did. His brother was the prefect heir, the prefect budding assassin in the eyes of the others in Nanda Parbat. Much like their mother he tended to try to hide his emotions behind an emotionless mask, he always carried himself stronger than Danyal would, despite them both being five years old they had been born into this life and learned very quickly how to survive that place. But behind closed doors the two would often talk in whispers, of the what ifs of their lives, how their day was, etc etc. Danyal’s fondest memories of his brother was them sneaking out to watch the stars late at night and making a promise to always face any problem together as they held hands and lightly tapped each with their fingers.
His grandfather, Ra’s however was a ruthless and cold man. An ‘immortal’ due to the Lazarus Pits that always brought him back to life, and he had always hated Danyal. No matter what Danyal would do it was always a failure to his grandfather, it didn’t matter if he tried his hardest to be a ‘perfect’ little assassin like his brother, everything he did in the older man’s eyes was a mistake. Any mistakes Danyal did was often met with punishment and pain. He had no fond memories of the man, only a deep seeded mutual dislike if anything.
And it was with this hatred for Danyal, that had caused Ra’s to summon both his grandchildren one night to the combat room and demanded for them both to fight for heir ship. A fight that would end in one of them dying, something all of them in room knew it would lead to. A fight two five years did not want to do but had no choice. Not even Talia’s disbelieving single protest to the fight could not stop Ra’s command.
As the Demon Head, his word was law.
In the end, Danyal couldn’t wouldn’t harm his brother (his grandfather always hated how ‘soft’ his heart was, "to much like his father" was often said with a tsk). They were both only five years old, they were brought into the world together, they told secrets behind closed doors and whispered dreams under the endless sea of stars they would sneak out to see, they would lightly tap messages with their fingers when the other would have bad days and didn’t wish to speak about it but wanted some sort of comfort.
He wouldn’t do it. He wouldn’t harm his brother but Damian... Danyal knew Damian would follow the order to fight despite not wanting to as well, Damian always followed orders with little to no fuss unlike Danyal who always second guessed with whys and questions, Danyal also knew Damian would believe he would fight back in defense at least...
But he didn’t.
Some of the few things he remembered was Damian’s eyes widen in horror, his mother’s uncaring mask and body twitch for a moment, and his grandfather ‘tsking’ at him before he fell onto the cold stone floor. After that his memory became hard to remember, foggy but he knew of this.The pain he felt hurt and he tried so hard to stay alive for a few moments more, he could barely hear anything over his own harsh and deep breathing, his body felt heavy and his hands felt wet from the blood seeping out around him. Danyal could barely hear his grandfather’s voice, and could barely make out Ra’s leaving while his mother guided Damian out of the room, she did not look back and Damian moved like a puppet on a string being pulled away. Danyal barely registered hands lifting him up and carrying him out of the room, his vision slowly fading as he was carried in the dimly lit halls of his ‘home’. His memory became very spotty after that, barely noticing he had been left outside the compound to die and as he took in a harsh breath in an attempt to get air, he could hear two words as clear as day.
“Time Out.” and the only sound following those two words was the ticking of clocks while the last thing he saw was the always changing form of a ageless being.
After that Danyal would be found outside of a random hospital in America, far from his place of birth, far from his mother and brother, barely hanging as doctors rushed to save this five year olds life. He would awake weeks later, with no memories of his own to speak of, and then one night a strange star plush/pillow would be gifted to him with the name Daniel on it. He would be bounced around foster home to foster home after he was cleared to leave the hospital and the cops had no leads on who or where he came from.
Daniel would eventually meet Jazz at the park and later her parents and worm his way into their hearts, he would later be adopted by them and live a somewhat normal life (as one can be with ghost hunting parents but at least he got Jazz as an older sister, even with Jack and Maddie’s rather unhealthy... obsession with ghosts he knew they loved him)
Ra’s failed second heir was no more, his name and life no longer mentioned in Nanda Parbat, Danyal al Ghul (Wayne) was by all intents and purpose dead to the man and to the League.
Now Daniel “Danny” Fenton lived in his place...
Up until that fateful day when he was fourteen, after that he was only half alive and once again became someone kind of new. A halfa this time. Danny Phantom.
And who would had guessed (not Ra’s that's for sure), he later would become The Ghost King, the Ruler of the Infinite Realm.
So imagine Danny’s surprise when as he had left his house for school one morning, he may be a King but hey he still needed his education according to Jazz (and Clockwork), when he had been ambushed and attacked by some assassins from the League and knocked out... (Shush his own assassin training was rusty and he hadn’t had time to practice them too much, his last major battle had been that all out brawl a week before his coronation with him vs his enemies, fun times. He also rarely got kidnapped since his crowning, half awake due to his Kingly duties and studying for Mr. Lancer’s 70% final grade test (Fun fact I had an actual teacher who did this) that Friday and honestly Danny wasn’t expecting assassins from the League to show up since the whole being pretty much declared dead to them thing)
Only to later slowly wake up on the familiar rough stone ground in Nanda Parbat (the smell, the sounds, the stonework. He often saw them in his dreams and memories but knew it was real this time) his hands bound and his body aching from laying motionless on the hard ground for a while. He put on a confused look on his face as he slowly rose and groaned in pain as he subtly took a moment to look around.
Thank the Ancients Danny still knew how to fake an injury, and play dumb/confused from his time tricking some of the his more annoying ex-enemies? (Skulker, Walker, etc.) even though it had been a year since he last had to do so with them (besides Vlad, he’s still his enemy no matter what and still seemed really salty Danny was a King now and was treated like an outcast by most ghosts, none wanting to be the opposite side of their King so hey perks). It had been a good way to make them drop their guards if they thought Danny was still at his ‘weakest’ when they caught him by surprise. It still pretty funny when Vlad tries though, this act always catches that fruitloop off-guard no matter how many times.
It was a Lazarus Pit room judging by the smell/feel of it at first and later confirmed when he noticed the green toxic ooze nearby. Ugh just being on this side of the Realm and sensing that stuff was disgusting, it wasn’t as bad in the Infinite Realm due to the fresh and clean ectoplasm around it masking most of the bad smell but boy did it reek on this side.
Danny blinked a few times to sell his acting, whispering a confused “Where am I?” under his breath, and looked around before his eyes landed on someone in front of him and flinched back a bit, no acting needed this time.
Ra’s was in the room sitting on a throne chair staring at him with that ever burning hateful glare yet Danny could see another emotion, an emotion he was very used to Vlad having on his fruitloop face. His ex-grandfather had a plan and it was gonna be painful or annoying for Danny to deal with, he knew it...
And...AND was that knocked out Batman and Robin also tied up in chains and guarded by few assassins in the room as well?! WHY IS THAT A THING?!
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Heyyyyy so... umm I decided to split it into another part cause it was getting mega long again when all together and I was like roughly halfway done with it and just... I wanted to write out so much, also Tumblr almost made me loose the WIP of this many many times so I’m being careful. Good news almost done with it (and it won’t take as long as this part did promise)
This is basically Danny’s side of things of being King, his inner thoughts, his past relationships with the al Ghul’s, and snippets how he had grown into his King self tbh. Probably didn't need to do this but as an old school writer I wanted to make a base so to speak. The best and fun part is up next. and to prove it, here’s the title and a sneak peek for it.
Summoning a King (Or alternatively: It was at this moment, Ra’s knew he F’d up.)
Yeah as said before it took ALL of Danny’s training not laugh in hysterics. Oh the irony. Sacrificing the Ghost King... to summon the Ghost King.... Danny honestly wanted to say something, the words on his lips being a sarcastic “You sure that's gonna work out for you, you moldy old fruitloop?” but Danny bit the inside of his cheek to keep himself from doing so.
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[EDIT: Taglist now closed until next update! Sorry!]
The journey back from the Ynnungaap was spent in silence. VS Unity was battered but Eirn had assured everyone that it could still take them back to Pellow Village, and he and the other gnomes were keeping an eye on things below deck while the Hero, Izaac, Riadne, Yashta and Mazurek remained above, each trying to process what had just happened.
A flash of yellow light drew the Hero’s attention, and they turned to where Pandora had appeared back from the Plane of Elemental Spirits. “So?”
Pandora shook her head, her expression sombre. “He isn’t there.”
They hadn’t thought that they could hurt any more than they were, but her words still send a dull thud of pain through them. “I don't understand! I thought Soulweavers go to the Plane of Elemental Spirits after they die!”
“They do,” Pandora replied softly. “I don't know why he isn't there.” She lowered her head, reaching out to the Hero through their bond. “I'm sorry…”
Izaac looked up from where he was comforting Riadne, who was lying in his lap and covering her face as she wept quietly. “Someone has to notify his family.”
“I will do it.”
“We didn't take Vaal…” Mazurek mumbled.
The Hero’s expression tightened. “He ran away. I don't care about him.”
Footsteps sounded on the deck, and attention was drawn to Eirn having joined them. “Sorry to interrupt, but we are reaching the vortex. The Void Drive is powered up by the Ynnungaap Core energy, we might be able to pierce through, but it will be a rough ride.”
The Hero gave a bitter laugh. “It can't be much worse than what we had to endure getting here. Let's go, I'm done with this place…”
As Eirn had warned, the return back to Pellow Village was rough, VS Unity shuddering and making concerning splintering noises as the Void Drive pushed it through the vortex, the crew looking up from inside their cabins, holding tightly to each other, but eventually the ship made it through, and in comparison it was smooth sailing back to the dock at Pellow Village.
The gnomes and the Soulweavers were the first to disembark, making their way back to the Equilibrium Gate and Ravenloss, then Mazurek’s crew and finally the six of them, taking one last glance around the village sealed in the Void – the Hero in particular taking in the statue of Pandora at the entrance – before passing through the gate. As the last of them, Yashta, emerged on the other side there was a rumbling sound and the purple translucent barrier became solid, the glowing key runes growing dull once again, as they had been when the Hero had first journeyed to the underground town.
“The void,” Riadne breathed, looking around. “It's not here anymore.” Sure enough, where there was once a void path leading to the Equilibrium Gate, and floating houses, were now regular cobblestones like the rest of Ravenloss, and houses planted firmly on the ground.
The Hero nodded at the structure behind them, Pandora having appeared next to them. “And the Equilibrium Gate sealed itself. I don’t think we’ll be going back.”
“Probably for the best,” Eirn mused. “So, this… is where we part ways.”
The Hero closed their eyes and nodded again. “Thank you everyone… it has been quite a journey. And…and in the end, Tomix did stop Aspar…”
“Yes he did,” Izaac replied quietly. “Take care, Hero.”
Riadne offered a slightly watery smile. “Visit us someday.”
“I will.”
“I will stay here, in Ravenloss, should you need me, Hero,” Yashta intoned.
“I shall always be by your side,” Pandora added softly.
Mazurek gave a wistful sigh. “VS Unity was a beautiful lady, but I must get back to me own ship.”
“Sail safe,” the Hero looked down at their hands, which were shaking slightly. “This may be where we part ways, but we'll be seeing each other soon. At the…”
Riadne placed a hand on their shoulder. “We'll be there.”
****
The Hero couldn’t remember much of the next few days, passing as if they were a dream (or a nightmare), just snippets; leading the Soulweaving students and teachers back to Edelia, Danyel sitting stony-faced at his desk when they delivered the news, a lilac elemental spirit hovering beside him, Barvra falling back into a chair and covering her face with her hands, while Katia stood there in shock.
Somehow they were able to make it back to Falconreach, practically stumbling through the door of the inn, Serenity taking one look at them and gently guiding them up to their usual room and sitting them down on the bed, closing the door behind her with the promise of bringing them some fresh baked bread and soup.
The Hero went through the motions of removing their soulweaving uniform as if in a trance, that was only broken when they got to their belt, the belt that held Pandora’s cube.
The belt Tomix wove for them.
The sound that emerged from their throat as they sank to their knees was barely human, a mixture of sobbing and howling, the purest sound of grief that sent their dragon hurtling into their lap, snuggling into their chest, that summoned Pandora to the material world as she wrapped her arms around them in a hug they couldn’t feel, their knuckles turning white as they gripped the belt, as if this physical memory of Tomix could bring him back.
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All too soon, it was time.
“Does anyone have something to add?” Danyel asked once he’d finished his speech, looking down at the gravestone nestled under the sprawling tree branches.
“I do,” Izaac spoke up as Riadne sniffled quietly beside him. “At least, I think I'll go first. Tomix was a friend. I can remember the day the two of us first met at Edelia. No one could have ever guessed at the time that we would ever get along together. We were complete opposites. I was the quiet, studious one. He was the angsty teen and a terrible prankster. We were really a terrible match for each other. We should have been sworn enemies really. Each of us had our own childhood issues to deal with... and yet we still became the very best of friends. I think that's the most important thing to say about him.”
He paused for a moment to compose himself, Riadne’s sniffles having turned to sobs. “In all times, before he was banished or on his journey after wherever he went, even if it might not have always been…requited, he was a good friend to everyone that was important to him. Loyal from the beginning... right up to the very end.”
“TOMIX!” Riadne wailed, falling to her knees and weeping uncontrollably, Izaac dropping down next to her and wrapping his arms around her.
Mazurek sighed, looking down at a small amulet she held in her hand. “Ye know, 'luv, yer not the first man to have taken up on an adventure like that. I've seen many. Comin' in with yer handsome, pretty looks and yer fighting skills. Promisin' a wild adventure like no other… Life be filled with plenty of short lived and passing acquaintances. Aye, a pirate's life it is. Saying that you be no more that though… I'd be wrong. Listen… I mayen't have pretty words or fond memories like yer friends 'ere. I were the ship's Captain, surely, but ye… ye were sailin' in yer own storm as well, weren't ye? One so terrible and so violent, ye knew that, no matter how ye'd sail, no matter how hard ye fought against it, eventually… ye'd sink and join Davey's Locker.”
She lowered her head and added quietly. “Still kept to the wheel though. Ye still sailed because ye knew that though ye might go down tryin', ye could still save the one thing that mattered. Ye could still save yer crew. Ye were a brave Captain to us all, Tomix, 'cause ye had the true heart of one.”
One by one, everyone slowly left, whispering their goodbyes, until there was just the Hero and Danyel left. For a while, neither said anything until Danyel, without turning around, spoke hollowly.
“You didn't keep your promise.”
The Hero said nothing as he left, leaving them alone with the grave of their best friend, taking several deep breaths before stepping up to it. “Hey… You know... I'm not good at goodbyes either. It's not that I wouldn't be able to find the words for it. I just…I just don't really like them.”
Pausing, they looked up at the sky, the setting sun painting the clouds orange and yellow. “It's strange... right now, memories are flashing by my eyes, flooding my mind. A flood so strong, it hurts. But I'm not about to die or anything. And it's not my life I'm seeing, it's… It's our adventures.”
A small smile formed as they looked back down again. “Like that first Mogloween... you appearing out of nowhere just as troubles were starting. Ten seconds later, you tell me to die. That was good one. And then we kicked Greed's butt for the first time. Hah! The look on his face when we had foiled his plans for Falconreach! But that wasn't even the beginning, wasn't it? I…I only actually got to know you when we met again in Ravenloss. Spelunking through Ravenloss was completely crazy and dangerous. Running through alleys and places filled with angry half spider, half human Chaosweavers out for our blood. But at the same time…so many interesting things happened. For all of Ravenloss' darkness, it did have plenty of curious mysteries and stories to uncover. Embodiments, traces of Vaal and Murk at many turns… We met and made friends. First Riadne and her, heh, feisty personality at the Weaver Emporium. And then you reunited and I met Izaac at Mystlyk Museum. And before I knew it... you and your SpiritLooms had become a familiar and friendly sight.”
A breeze ruffled the Hero’s hair poking out from their Soulweaving hood as they inhaled, almost lost in the memories. “Your hijinks with Riadne… Your determination to see your mission through…” The smile faded. “That wasn't our last adventure though. We had one more. One that was just as crazy, adventuring and dangerous, if not more so. And now…it's coming to a close. That's why…” A sob escaped past their lips, tears falling yet they pushed on, determined to get their message out, for Tomix, and for themself. “T-That's WHY... I-I want to s-SAY…THANK YOU!”
“It was fun… It was so very, very fun to go on adventures with you…”
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Disclaimer: DragonFable is owned by Artix Entertainment. Dialogue taken from ‘Tomix's Saga Epilogue’.
This recent Inn challenge is really making me wonder who will become the next headmaster of Edelia now that Danyel is dead, and his soul utterly obliterated, and who the main head elemental spirit will be since Baltael was banished by Secundus. One might point to Oyva being an easy solution to the latter problem but given her domain was and is that of the soul forging I really don't see that happening. Regardless, it'll be interesting to see who is selected once they figure out their founder and current headmaster are lost to them forever.
hey do you ever think about tomix's family? do you ever think about how much they loved him?
i think a lot about barvra. i mentioned that i think tomix left home and then didn't talk to his family for a long time, and i think barvra, with one son lying soulless in bed and another off being made headmaster and a husband nowhere to be found, welcomed him back with open arms. i think about how she left his room untouched for a year - for many years before that, too, i bet - in the hopes he would come back soon.
i know he left when katia was a baby and wouldn't have been around much but!! i think when tomix came back to visit he taught her how to play dumb little pranks. i think to a kid growing up in a canonically pretty boring place he would seem ~cool~ and ~mysterious~ especially compared to danyel and i think he wove her little gifts to bring when he goes home. i think his first time back he would have been anxious about whether or not she'd like him but i think katia would have hung onto his coat and begged him to teach her whatever weaving tricks he knew. (i think barvra or danyel or whoever never got the chance to shut that down, because tomix looked at his little sister and could not bear the thought of her being disgraced as he was.)
i think danyel loved him but didn't know how to say it. (i think tomix had the same problem.) i think, just after the accident, danyel offered to help in exactly the wrong way, and i think it pushed tomix further away than anything aspar could have convinced him to do. i think danyel sent his little brother to do odd jobs around edelia just to keep him around a little longer.
i wonder if, after, barvra ever caught herself wondering what he was up to, what spirit he was hunting, what new friends he was inevitably charming. i wonder if katia ever used what he taught her and thought of him with love or hate or apathy. i wonder when danyel realized that those last words to his little brother really were the last, and i wonder if he hated himself for it.
i wonder if any of them really thought he would fail, though. i think, despite everything, they watched him pull himself out of every scrape for thirteen years, and he started being less a person and more a story to tell - oh, yes, he's been expelled and now he's a disgraced weaver, but he's defeated every corrupt spirit he's come across and come out none the worse for wear, and he's done it alone. he's saved the world, don't you know? what's one more spirit? what's one more journey? what do you mean, he isn't coming back?
my favorite person in the world at my favorite place in the world. 2020 comes to a close and despite this year’s flaws, you have poured life and love into my year and my heart. i am so thrilled and excited to grow with you and be in your world. you are my best friend forever... and ever. ♥️
