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hey friends đ€
itâs January, 2021....and i need to know where my Nevermore (by Kelly Creagh) fans are at!
letâs follow one another, letâs gush! i want a fandom and i want it now. i need people who know exactly how i feel. thereâs simply not enough content about it on tumblr currently.
iâm gonna try and post as frequently as i can, and iâll definitely interact and reblog with anyone who wants to follow.
letâs be mutuals and talk about goth shit đ€
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Varen: I donât have feelings.
Isobel: *exists*
Varen: Fuck.
endless list of favorite books: Nevermore (Kelly Creagh)
âYou're a dream. Like everything else.âÂ
Much like books, Isobel could tell how voiceless things had provided a brand of companionship more compatible to Varen's nature than human friendship had ever been. These things, locked in their inanimate ways, fed him ideas, she thought. They whispered their tales to him through unmoving lips and he listened, opening himself to their world so much more than any normal passerby.
Kelly Creagh, Enshadowed
Nincs szenvedĂ©ly oly dĂ©moni mĂłdon tĂŒrelmetlen, mint azĂ©, aki egy szakadĂ©k partjĂĄn borzadva kĂ©jeleg a zuhanĂĄs gondolatĂĄban.
Edgar Allan Poe: A perverzió démona
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Is â is any of this real?" she asked. "Are you real?" He lifted a hand to her cheek, his fingers brushing her jaw. "Even if this is a dream," he whispered, "I'm not." Isobel's eyes widened, recognizing those words as her own, the same ones she had once uttered to him. She reached for him, her arms twining around his neck, drawing him closer so his scent poured over her, that combination of incense, citrus, and dried leaves overriding the funeral funeral smell of the crowding flowers. "Don't leave," she breathed. "I'm here," he whispered. "Right here. Waiting.â â Kelly Creagh, Enshadowed
In love. In love with the stoic, the sullen, the eternally morose Varen Nethers? He would never allow it.Â
Volt mĂĄr olyan rĂ©mĂĄlma amiben veszĂtett. De nem az orszĂĄgos bajnoksĂĄgot veszĂtette el.
Hanem mindazt ami szĂĄmĂt.
Az egyetlen dolgot ami szĂĄmĂt.
Ăs ez nem ĂĄlom volt.
Kelly Creagh: Enshadowed
