𝐀 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆, 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐃 only to be buried in the dark depths of fabric at the neck of his hooded cowl. a fist gathers at the throat only to pull it loose, unraveling what had been bound tight to disguise him in shadow only to expose the face of a boy .. and the phantom, dark eyes of a doe. a single stride might dare to bring him c l o s e r , and bare him to the dim light of the room / as though she may not know him otherwise. ( but he would know her by smell, by the sound of her breath alone .. by the force that twists his guts to knots whenever she is near, and warms his hands. ) don’t you know me? ... he speaks : ❛ you’re not alone. ❜
@dyiad . ⇢ something random for love just because .








