Jul 6
Two oaths, carved into skin like scripture. 🕯️ One boy, carrying embers in his chest—burning so the dark can't swallow the road ahead. One girl, carrying green in her veins—roots where there should be ruin, life where there should be ash. 🌿
They don't talk about what they promised. They don't have to.
He says "burn bright" like it's the only prayer he knows. ✦ She says "stay human" like it's the only thing worth saving.
And between them, something quiet and unbreakable holds. Not steel. Not magic. Just two souls who decided, separately and together, that they would not fall. 🫂
They carry fire. 🔥 They carry vine. 🍃 They carry each other.
And that's enough.
