“It’s a sort-of bird. It’s called a martlet,” David whispers, stroking Matteo’s hair. “It’s a mythical bird that doesn’t have feet. They sleep on the wind.That’s what Tennessee Williams says. They can’t ever land. It has to stay all its life in the sky, beating its wings. So he’s always free. The entire sky is his home.”

“He must get tired, though,” says Matteo, his voice drowsy, his eyelashes fluttering against the bare skin of David’s collarbone, where his t-shirt’s slipped down. “Having to always fly like that. He can’t ever land. Not even if he wanted.”

ophelia

‘The only constant is a little flower behind his ear. A dandelion.’

(i asked my sister to draw ophelia!matteo a couple months ago and she did not disappoint)

I never want to read anything ever again, unless it's written by @aholynight

You've outdone yourself. You're the goal. Your writing is what people aspire for. Spend years working towards.

It's not even so much that I need to be able to write like you. No one wants to be a carbon copy but... The fluidity. The dialogue. The plan and the execution. The imagery. The ebb and flow, you've mastered it all. Mastered your voice. You make me want to master mine.

I left a longer comment on Ao3. More detailed and more precise but I just need you to know that you have truly caused a shift in my mind and all that matters now is learning and improving because...

If I could ever be as half as good as you I'd be done. Finished. Completed.