❛ quiet reflection is fucking impossible if your mental landscape is one long scream. ❜
there are moments where the howling cuts into the stillness of his own mental landscape and electrifies it, cracks of thunder in a cloudless sky, and krou’ahz begins to see her point – it takes a conscious effort to recover his own meditation for each invasion.
he enjoys it, anyway. when he was practicing in vienna, he had a beautiful rooftop conservatory where he could drink tea in the morning, consort with the butterflies, and watch the sun rise over a bleak cityscape.
that’s where he’s placed them now. the almost-perfect place for her to accomplish some quiet reflection.
a sigh. around them, the conservatory melts away. “ to whom does that scream belong? you, or some trapped version of you? ”
SHITTY HOROSCOPES PT. II | accepting.