"It burns like a fire in the night
A glow that rises and becomes the starlite
Under the trees, in the night
You'll find it there
In the space between heartbeats
Where the whole world disappears...
I have lots of things I could write about.
The awarding of Malk Points, hearts and finger bones, (but still no insanity cake).
Not to mention the instances of ghost wolves and songs about lemonade; battle-stripes and how faerytales are glorious but utterly fekking terrifying, I'll have you know.
But really all of that is nobody's business but mine.
So instead I shall quote Cinnamon-Cait in All Down But Nine...
“Preach told me once... told me this - philos’pher said... said love was jus’ findin’ the other half o’your soul. Don’t matter who it ends up bein’. Only matters that you don’t let ‘em go... ’Cause they ain’t that bright - they don’t know they mean all that much. They don’t believe you’d even notice if they... If they jus’ - jus’ - went away. Don’t pay no mind to no one else. Jus’ dig y’heals in, thin or flush, an’ keep hold. He’ll die if you ain’t with ‘im,” she said clearly - a prophecy for both of them. “But even if you’re with ‘im, he’ll likely try t’die all the same.” And that was a warning. “Best y’learn t’read him ‘fore the thought’s in his head. Is like predictin’ the weather - some days’ll be like herdin’ a storm - goddamn force o’nature. But you stick t’his hide like a bur inna horse’s tail an’ you don’t ever let go. Not for a moment...”
Under the trees, in the night
You'll find it there
In the space between heartbeats
Where the whole world disappears...
I have lots of things I could write about.
The awarding of Malk Points, hearts and finger bones, (but still no insanity cake).
Not to mention the instances of ghost wolves and songs about lemonade; battle-stripes and how faerytales are glorious but utterly fekking terrifying, I'll have you know.
But really all of that is nobody's business but mine.
So instead I shall quote Cinnamon-Cait in All Down But Nine...
“Preach told me once... told me this - philos’pher said... said love was jus’ findin’ the other half o’your soul. Don’t matter who it ends up bein’. Only matters that you don’t let ‘em go... ’Cause they ain’t that bright - they don’t know they mean all that much. They don’t believe you’d even notice if they... If they jus’ - jus’ - went away. Don’t pay no mind to no one else. Jus’ dig y’heals in, thin or flush, an’ keep hold. He’ll die if you ain’t with ‘im,” she said clearly - a prophecy for both of them. “But even if you’re with ‘im, he’ll likely try t’die all the same.” And that was a warning. “Best y’learn t’read him ‘fore the thought’s in his head. Is like predictin’ the weather - some days’ll be like herdin’ a storm - goddamn force o’nature. But you stick t’his hide like a bur inna horse’s tail an’ you don’t ever let go. Not for a moment...”