#feithaven

*  ACCEPTING  SUSPIRIA  PROMPTS .

       a  deep,  complex  crease  made  a  maze  of  his  forehead.   the  center,   between  the  brows,  being  at  its  most  perplexed.   ❛ what ...    what’s  coming ?   what  are  you  talking  about ? ❜   he  shook  his  head  as  he  spoke,   the  notion  of  MESSES  and  WHAT’S  OUT  THERE  could  mean  all  sorts  of  things.   to  what  did  she  mean ?   he  had  no  goddamn  clue.  

𝙷𝙾𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚅𝙴𝚂 𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙴 : 𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽

   𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙰𝙸𝚁 𝙵𝙴𝙻𝚃 𝙶𝚁𝙴𝙴𝙽 . shadow was aware that that thought alone was ridiculous. colours weren’t meant to be felt, they were meant to be seen. but there was something strange going on with him that day. or night. he couldn’t really remember what time it was and the more shadow tried to think the more lightheaded he got. the sky didn’t have a moon or a sun for him to guide himself by, just a veil of mist that seemed to extend itself all the way up to the stratosphere. shadow moon stared up at the skies with his mouth open for what felt like hours before finally managing to focus on the woman in front of him. she had spoken to him. something about people and stories. sounded like something wednesday would say. shadow believed in wednesday therefore he HAD to believe in her.     ❝   yeah ... no , absolutely.  ❞     the ex-con managed to say , trying to focus on that ... person. had they met? they must have, right? it was just the two of them talking in the middle of that field. he must have seen her before otherwise he wouldn’t feel this at ease. even if he hadn’t her voice made the world around him vibrate in a very comforting way.