the winter and the spring— damned to take each other's place, meet each other in the middle.
their alliance is forbidden, yet they toss their cares to the void. spit in the faces of the Beyond, the voices that demand they stay apart silent in fear, apprehension. the voices know what is to come.
this is not how it's meant to be.
one must destroy the other.
and yet the winter and the spring, they do not fear. they are now one, and they are love. they've carved emotion into their unfeeling hearts and, with pieces ripped of each other they have built new vessels, loving vessels.
they will be the end of the world.
they do not care.
[ 'slay the spring' treebark au, inspired by slay the princess]










