Dec 23, 2018
“ After being dead for 13 years (well, 11, but he had to find his way back home in 2), Jethorah bursts through the front gate of the capital. Over his skin is a spell of wood, gathered on by time. He calls out to his husband, his voice booming through the courtyards. His husband, a raven steps forward, confused and not yet realizing who he was. Jethorah laughs, "You have grown old, Cricker!" His husband watches with his beak agape as the wood melts away into nothing and reveals his buck tooth grin underneath. Jethorah sees tears well up in his eyes and he goes to hug him. He lifts his husband into the air, crying as he proclaims how much he's missed him.”
GOD I LOVE THESE TWO