✑ ~nxtagoodboy
✑ Something my muse has written about your muse. ( Could be a letter, drawing, etc. )
He didn’t write much—he never had. But sometimes it felt good to run a pencil over paper or just hear the click clack of a keyboard. He wrote the most back in Italy, where he’d write emails that he’d never send expressing life down in that hide out.
But sometimes, he’d get the urge. An especially hard day or a certain though in his head he couldn’t help but act out the strange thereaputic habit he’d grown back in his time ‘saving the world.’ Delsin was something he’d grown to express often. Almost into diary entries. Little things he learned about him. Pour his heart on a page on how he felt for the troubled conduit. Express his affection, his emotional and physical desire of him and even, how adorable the child known As hok’ee took his heart in another way.
He liked writing about Delsin, it gave him a perfect image of him. And chased the ghosts away.
