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nmcwriting’s 1k follower celebration - the angel peter by @hazeywrites

300 followers celebration for @hazeywrites // the angel peter

The Angel Peter; ↪ character intro (2/?) ⁄  Andreas

     We wandered aimlessly through the streets, the two of us like lost, lonesome kids who had run away from home into a city too big for them. On some nights we were braver and dared to study the sky, trying to find something that made sense amidst all that darkness. We walked through familiar territory, sparkling sidewalks and the cool sand of Ribersborg. We stared through the windows of cafes we’d never seen before. We walked until we were exhausted and could walk no more, until the fatigue was so heavy I could think of nothing else.

    The swimmer in him told him how to breathe properly, how to cut across the water’s surface despite its violence. I was fortunate that he would not let go of my hand as I struggled beside him. On those mornings where we could only sit in confused silence with the ache of sorrow shared between us, I tried to find the hope left inside his eyes. His curiosity and longing for knowledge never left him; we were the same as we had been, but we both agreed that coffee had a different kind of bitterness to it.

   ➺ the angel peter; a wip edit for @hazeywrites  

« all I want in life is to be loved and to be free »

keep reading for some things i wanted to say ↴ 

The Angel Peter; ↪ character intro (1/?)  ⁄  Stefan:

He fervently believed that his craft should tell a story, and in one glance at his work I believed that it did. His aches and pains tore through the film like shafts of lightning. I never saw longing in his eyes—nor had I ever heard it upon his lips—but I saw it in his photography, his book a scream so loud I swore I might hear it in the night.

He expressed himself with an eloquence that told me he knew himself through and through. He had mastered the art of indulging his emotions from a safe distance; he danced with them in the darkroom and then described them as a summer long gone, the remnants reduced to dull, muted colours in his hands. He was talented, frustratingly so, standing six feet tall and bathed in autumn’s parting kiss. A botanist. An artist.

♡ DECEMBER GIFTS〔 PETER FOR @hazeywrites 〕≡ ANGEL

THE ANGEL PETER.  an intimate playlist for the delicate relationships unfolding throughout – and for our dearest lotte’s psyche and developing sense of self.  a macro lense, one could say.  listen.

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OC Moodboard: Peter (via @hazeywrites)

Song Moodboard: for @hazeywrites

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Love transcends our mortal words; To love is as natural and true as breathing.

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     Happy birthday @hazeywrites !

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