@veilshield : cont. from here.
𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐘𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄. he feels as though he has been dug out from the roots of himself : his mortality coils before him. something so matter-of-fact about rook's resolution. it twists time backwards. bends it into the past and yet in such a way that might be mistaken for his own future. such a life is a stain : beautiful and retrospective. look over your shoulder and you could see it in earnest.
❝ i appreciate it all the same , rook , ❞ the words spill from his mouth like ribbons. velvet and smooth. flowering. how he admires his acquaintance so. ❝ your strength is a marvel , even to my many years. ❞ a hand folds over his other. it's complicated , everything he feels. nothing like a secret , and yet still persisting under an unwavering blanket.
