Slowly, and yet in no time at all, the memories which Edwin thumbed like prayer beads in times of hardship had shifted, the faces of his polite, distant relatives fading like photographs in the sun. Now running through his palm it was only Charles; his sunny smiles, the crinkles around his bright eyes, the imaginary weight of his head upon Edwinβs shoulder. His steadfast support, even his rare, mercurial temper, righteous as any avenging angel. It was simply Charles all the way down, threaded through the burnt-edged tapestry of Edwinβs afterlife, written through his core in cross-section like letters in a stick of Brighton rock. To the heartβthough he hasnβt had a beating one as long as theyβve known one another. To the blood. To the bone.
Oh, Lonely Bones, Have You Forgotten? the fourth and final chapter, out now!
Thank you so so much everyone who's waited patiently for this chapter, I know it's been a VERY long time in the making. I hope the resolution is satisfying, even if it's unsurprising π
