#winterpapen

richard, dreamy eyed: today henry winter's shoulders looked especially sloping as his startling blue eyes scanned his homework with the concentration of a monk, though to me he is more like the god they serve. francis' coat billowed behind him, making him look like a student prince, and i admired the way the sun hit his hair, turning the red strands the colour of honey. i love camilla's boyishness and the way her features mirror her brother's so perfectly, framed by her short hair and masculine clothes borrowed from charles. i'm so heterosexual.

Catching up on some art here’s some more tsh I never posted

bailing you out of a $300 lunch scam (acts of service)

carrying you to the hospital after you collapse in his arms from hypothermia (physical touch)

coming to your dorm room after midnight to talk through the logistics of murder via poisonous mushrooms (quality time)

stealing narcotics from the dead kid's parents at the wake because you have a bad migraine (gift giving)