“It wasn’t that Rollond was bitter about it, because, well, he wasn’t—or so he told himself—bitter at all. It was just that he missed Karl, more than he ever thought he would. Reckless love led to the worst heartbreaks, and that felt a bit too harsh of a lesson to learn at the tender age of sixteen.”
hi welcome to brotherband i’ll be your local angst maniac for today
i’m writing yet a n o t h e r rollond fic because i too am bi and sad and a little bit stupid with a strong desire for weaponry. this one in particular is all about his various failed romantic escapades and heartbreaks and i ended up making a fairly quote-able quote, so here we are now.
karl belongs to @smug-albatross, who i am also now dedicating this edit to bc i love them very much
