it’s not a vigil. it’s not. still, you stand silent and watch traffic lights swim across the city streets until morning. something in you screams; it’s over, it’s over, it’s over.
a beloved friend of mine, @irregolar-mente (also known as @bashingboundaries), passed away very suddenly over a month ago now. they were an incredible writer and person, and an absolute beacon of love in the mormor community. considering that seb practically lived in her head, i felt the need to make something like this, immediately post-reichenbach. sort of a cathartic goodbye from the both of us.
[God, I hope you know.]













