.a story of love

THE AUTUMN LEAVES THEY FALL, BUT I AM LEFT THE SAME . A THOUSAND YEARS HAVE PASSED, BUT STILL NOTHING HAS CHANGED . WHAT'S LEFT TO GIVE WHEN YOU HAVE MET THE END ; THE PETALS FALL & LEAVE A BARREN STEM ... I FEEL IT CRUMBLING, SOMEWHERE INSIDE OF ME, MY STRENGTH ; MY LOVE ; MY SANITY !

independent, semi selective, mutuals only. original character based in multiple fandoms. as prophesized by ren, 24 y.o, he/they, EST.

dead dove do not eat / please read all tags. read every rule carefully, this blog is dark themed. no misgendering my character "for fun".

"Would you join me for tea, and maybe a game? It's a beautiful day out."

I'M A BROKEN MAN, SAVED BY GRACE, TOSSED ALONE INSIDE THIS MAZE, & I AM JUST A QUESTION TO THE ANSWER YOU CONVEY. YOU'VE BEEN ALL THE WAY TO BROKEN, LOST YOUR SENSE OF WHERE TO GO. YOUR LOVE IS STILL THE ANSWER, MORE THAN HATE WILL EVER KNOW.

he had known for a long time coming that one day he would have to be the end of many a' world. he had known since the moment of his ascension into deific intent, that the world would not be able to handle his constant creation without that balance of destruction. one cannot perpetually create without some form of endless destruction.

you could not create without first learning to destroy.

but as the much smaller girl leans against him for comfort, his tense shoulders slacken and he chuckles at her feverishness. he would not be the one to tell her what she is ─ to him, her godhood did not make her WHO she is. ( it was only an addition to an already finished project, of which made it sparkle & shine, but also make it too much to look at when it shone. )

his clawed fingertips run through her hand for a moment before gently, carefully starting to tug and pull away some of the thin strands of deification along her veins, not enough to sting, barely enough to notice the tug along her inner leylines.

he sets about untangling them with every brush of his padded fingertips, claws digging into something that wasn't her and unraveling it to set it back to standing within her soul, even if the backlash against him was that he would run a little maddened himself. he hums a soft tune, one he sings to his kids every night they come home from their listless adventures.