╰ * . 。 * i once believed love was burning red, but it’s golden – like daylight. // @synosures.
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╰ * . 。 * i once believed love was burning red, but it’s golden – like daylight. // @synosures.

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@damnbrain radioed: “There was no drug strong enough to repair a broken heart.”
there’s tenderness that tucks between the notches of her spine, curling with the bow of her back as she holds her legs to her chest by the warm fire. the prickly feeling of the grass beneath her feels dizzying, a sensation that ryan worried she would never get the fortune of feeling. it’s akin to the pain of heartbreak, cracking the foundation of a person where their heart lies. but ryan knows the lightning crack of seeing someone die whom you care so deeply for. to this day, ryan still smells the coppery stench of her father’s blood splattered on the bright, sparkling snow.
raven speaks of finn, a wild hearted boy who was bound to fly too close to the sun. did he know he would scorch all those he loved in the process? like raven? ryan scoots closer to where raven sits, and unfurls her blanket from her shoulders so that it wraps around not just herself, but raven as well. ryan can’t offer comforting words, though she’s sure they would fall empty on raven’s ears. but she can promise the warmth of an understanding presence, as she rests her chin on raven’s shoulder, with their mirrored gaze turned to the burning fire in front of them, as the night escapes them.