Pitch materialized in half hearted wisps of oislicky, smoky gloom before Katya. Silvery platinum eyes absorbed the satchel that she carried with rue, relief and the gentleness of a lullaby made manifest in a facial expression.
Without a word, the Nightmare King scooped up Perception, who had no idea of the melancholy that cut so deeply into his heart, in his arms, navy curls and all.
"Thank you, Kit Kat."
"Figured it might be y’know, useful." She looped her arms around his shoulders and squeezed. She had an idea of what he was feeling, she was very perceptive after all, but the ways with which to help were fuzzy to her. Social constructs she had yet to learn. So she tried what she did best, making things and hoping they did something. She leaned into whisper to his ear.
"It’s stocked with fresh rolls right now."
"I’m not very versed in writing songs, so I refrain from doing it."
A conversation between a Raven and a Snowy Owl.
celestial; heavenly; positioned in or relating to the sky, or outer space as observed in astronomy; supremely good, sublime.
Tattoo commission of Yggdrasil for hamelet! Took way more time than I’d have liked (and hamelet was sooooo patient with us) but the end result was worth it!