Macabre Fairy Tale

Imagine how many great, weird, awesome stories would exist if writers actually wrote instead of scrolling on tumblr

"'Holy swords' aren't the sort of thing that you can just make, lad. They have to be born."

A holy sword is a normal weapon reborn in a moment of perfect purpose, hammered in battle and baptized in fire and quenched by blood. You don't pick a holy sword up off the anvil. You pry it from between the scales of a dragon, from the hand of a shaken farmgirl who should've had no business rallying an army, from the cold fingers of a guardsman who faced down an entire enemy squad alone and held his ground. Here, the sword is the lingering sign of the miracle that resulted in its creation.

having a headache while hydrated is so unfair. you were supposed to protect me.

fuck it we ball (malnourished, heavy eve bags, dehydrated, and on the verge of insanity)

i’m very self aware. which unfortunately hasn’t solved anything