Feb 25, 2016
@misghsts
THEY AREN’T CLOSE BY ANY MEANS, past interactions limited to the occasional art show or even rarer collaboration ; but that doesn’t stop wren from settling at kaleem’s table as though it’s a perch they’re entitled to. eyes narrowed in careful inspection dart this way and that behind black-rimmed glasses and for a moment, there’s nothing said, nothing done on the part of the curious witch. instead, they watch, wait, contemplate. the analysis drags on for what no doubt feels like an eternity before they announce in matter-of-fact tones: “you are different.”