#tarmian

i hope you don't think your old writing is cringe, cuz i still think about this line on a daily basis: "Internally, Tardif cringes at the despicable tenderness making itself known in his chest. The hell have you done to me? he almost wants to ask aloud, as if in accusation. The question burns in his mind with a scorning of this complacency, this betrayal of his own rules in favor of sentimentality. Whatever this is, it won’t last. It can’t. Tardif wordlessly turns his face into the crook of Damian’s neck, feeling the faint pulse against his cheek. Blind to the wounds and scars that signal Damian’s solitary march towards his end. It won’t last. No matter how badly he wants it to."

I'm a little bit silly today, so...