#wylanmine

[carstairsjames]

@sixofcrowsnet heist: kinds of love storge: love of the child - marya hendriks & wylan van eck storge is the love that knows forgiveness, acceptance and sacrifice.

“The closet was crammed with paintings— landscapes, different views of the hospital grounds, a lake in sun and shadow, and there, repeated again and again, was the face of a little boy with ruddy curls and bright blue eyes.”

[carstairsjames]

“What do you like?”  “Music. Numbers. Equations. They’re not like words. They … they don’t get mixed up.”

happy birthday, scarlett aka @vanecks

[carstairsjames]

@sixofcrowsnet heist: tragedies

“wylan understood then that he would never reach the school in belendt. he’d never been meant to. there was no secretary. no account in his name. no one was expecting his arrival. the supposed enrollment papers in his pocket might say anything at all. wylan hadn’t even bothered to try to read them. he was going to disappear, just as his father had always wanted, and he’d hired these men to do the job. (...) black spots filled wylan’s vision. he thought he could hear music”

[carstairsjames]

@sixofcrowsnet cutthroat heist: wylan van eck

“you’re letting shame decide who you are.”