scav | they/them | 22yo I’m Scav, I use books as a form of escapism, , ,,,, so that’s cool I guess.[all photos are mine unless stated otherwise]ko-fi || storygraph
It was a small smile, like the new moon, a slender bend of brightness on the edge of the unseen, but Prince Lír leaned toward it to be warm. He would have cupped his hands around her smile and breathed it brighter, if he had dared.
if a work of fiction doesn’t make me think intensely about each character’s personal tragedy with that specific ache in my heart whenever i space out then what’s the point?
my final thoughts abt any way the wind blows after finishing it is that the only good part in it is when Baz and Simon are talking about how Baz would never intentionally hurt Simon and the stairs pushing incident comes up and it’s like:
“It was an accident,” he says quietly, “when I pushed you down the stairs.”
“I know,” I say. “I always kind of figured.”
“You fucking menace,” he whispers. “You literally never shut up about it.”