I fell from the sky
It hurt, when I hit the ground, quite a bit actually. I felt it give way beneath me, burying me, but more than that, cradling me. A crater carved in just my shape. I lied there for a long while. The jagged rock was comfortable, it fit me perfectly. The climb had been miserable, and the fall had been horrifying. The landing had hurt. But lying here, in the wreckage, I could stay here forever. Never feeling light nor warmth again. The cold, hard stone was fine enough. It fit me perfectly, after all. People told me that I was meant to sit atop. That my climbing was exceptional. I never saw it, personally. The tower never came as easy to me as everyone else says it did. But the stone fits me perfectly. I really ought to get up. Climb out of the crater and back up the tower. But it fits me perfectly.
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the way these two make me unwell is unmatched
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vashwood may be tragically intertwined souls who understand one another better than anyone else ever has or likely ever will. but crucially they are also very fucking stupid
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If scar decides to be a ringmaster for a circus in the new season im going to go fucking insane
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