#immortalitylost

[ihni]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Okay, okay, okay. So this one is weird. But the absolute MOST AMAZING kind of weird. I read this one, and had to draw it. In a style I have never used before. Like, I read this and my brain fired up because there is such an amazing MOOD to this fic, there’s something OTHERWORDLY about it, and I saw it so clearly in my brain.

This is that, by the way:

The fic is magic. It is creepy and scary and so goddamn amazing that it gave me goosebumps. I can’t even describe it. All I can do is tell you to go read it, because you will not regret it. You might not want to go for a swim in a while, but you won’t regret reading it.

[thirddegreeburns-ahs]

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An all too familiar face turned the corner. Much too familiar, he knew her features better than his own. She was all he ever thought about, all he ever dreamed about. Fear was written all over his expression, burrowing itself under his skin until he was the feeble, scarred, broken man who could only stare at her. 

"Constance?" Larry murmurs. 

No no no--he didn't want her to see him like this. Not with empty hands and nothing to make up for the shame that disfigured half of his face. 

But he'd already fallen into that hole again, his grave. She'd be the death of him.