#dawnwrites

Just made a big post for May 5th and realized I should probably be crossposting here too. 

It was a night of summer when you came across the street I've been wandering to for years. You said hello and hesitantly I replied hi. I was sitting in the pavement where I can see the sky, so clear yet so sad. No stars were out tonight to cheer my weary heart. The wind's so cold I can feel it in my bones and the street was unfamiliarly dark. You asked me why I was out alone. I didn't know what you meant by that, so I just glanced at your way and smiled awkwardly as if it'll answer what you're curious about. You started talking about life, how difficult, unfair, and wonderful it was simultaneously. I was never the social butterfly type. I didn't know how to talk to strangers without being awkward. Surprisingly, we ended up sharing about our fave hobbies, food, pet peeves, guilty pleasures, fears, likes and just anything under the sun. You were so magical that night that I found myself opening up about things I never revealed to the world. I was mesmerized how life treated you badly, how disappointed you were, how sad and then eventually apathetic of everything but you still can tell about your dreams and plans in the future with hope in your eyes. God knows how much I prayed fervently for your happiness and success. "Make him happy first, Lord. Then I will, too." That night, we were laughing and crying at each other's life experiences, we didn't notice how the time had passed, and how the sun started to crawl up at the morning sky. You stood up on your feet and stretched your hands up, covering your face from the beaming sunlight. You said goodbye and told me to stay and you will be back for more stories, laughs and cries. Night came but you never did. Day came but still, you never did. Days, weeks and months went by, but still, even your shadow was out of sight. I moved on with my life, or so I thought. But one day, you came back to the same street where I first saw you but this time never alone. You waved hi, your smile so different from the last time I saw you, you were glowing, you were happy. I can feel a lump forming in my throat, my eyes were about to cry. Suddenly, a bittersweet feeling filled my almost empty heart. "Ah, an answered prayer, just like how I asked Him." I flashed the wildest smile I can give, I almost hurt my mouth. I waved back at you but mine's goodbye. I looked at your direction as you fade to a silhouette in the dark. I realized that you never belonged to this street, not even that night. You were just lost on your way looking for a new home who, even with thorns, can hug you so tight. I wondered how far you've wandered while I waited here in the cold. I never left, I never moved, and I never went anywhere. Because love, when you told me to stay, I thought you'll be back for me. When it truly means that I can't go with you because you already belong to somebody.

Chuckling as she began to sputter, her face turning red from embarrassment, he waved a hand gently in a dismissive gesture and drew another cloud of fragrant smoke from the pipe before exhaling it through his nose. “Surely I am not the first to have face tattoos.”“Tis true, but that isn’t just your face. It doesn’t take more than a cursory glance to see the ones on your hands and your neck as well! What would make you do a thing like that? Does your aunt know??”“Aye, that she does. She gave me quite the lecture for them, for all the good it does after the fact. Do you intend to do the same, pretty miss? Or are you merely wondering how far they go underneath my clothes?” Once more, he aimed the playful grin at her and added a wink, which only caused her to sputter more.“Eirnin Thanviel! You scoundrel! That’s quite enough of that! And stop looking at me that way!”A hearty laugh was all he had to offer her as he shook his head. “I liked them, and that’s all that matters. It hasn’t hurt my chances with the ladies so far. Ah, but perhaps my dearest Cyella preferred my face before the markings?”With a scoff and a mutter that Eirnin could only guess was ‘spoony bard’, she waved him off and went to tend to another customer.

Posting a little cut-up game I made at Avery Alder's Designing Games that Matter intensive in May. It's almost more poetry than functional TTRPG but I'm pretty proud of it. (Patrons already have it!)

we sing hurricanes yet deserve to sing and have a palm to perch on

I’ve been trying to find the words for this for years, so it would mean a lot to me if you could read and share it. Thanks everyone.

FOR MY ROOMMATE @thebeccabeast!!!!!!