negative entropy

The red line that connects me to you .

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Doodles!

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I'm sorry, i did fall down the BloodyMary rabbit hole 🥲

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Wanted to make Ryland's pov from the previous post

Simon's face close up:

bloodymary sketches

When he sat beside Simon again, the coffee had at least helped with the fog of exhaustion trying to seep in. The very idea of sleep felt alien to him with Simon in his home and in need of care. He sipped his coffee slowly, watched Simon’s breathing. Still slow, still even. Still asleep. He sighed and cupped his free hand around Simon’s fingers, squeezing them. 

“If I’m not alone, you’re not alone either,” he breathed in the space between them, a promise, a plea. Simon didn’t stir, not even when Grace shifted to touching his cheek, tracing the fine bones and bruises turning blue. His heart ached so much it felt like it was breaking, but still, he found a smile. “Wake up soon, Simon. I’ve got a lot of questions to ask you. As does everyone, I suspect. It’s hard to know if I should hate you or not if I don’t know what’s going on."