If you wanna be sad. Dancing With Your Ghost by Sasha Alex Sloan to the tune of shanmary. 🥲

i’m never going to be normal about the way mary looks at ava when they finally meet. the way she runs from Cat’s Cradle on her quest for vengeance because she knows she’ll end up looking at ghosts. empty beds and the faint smell of turpentine and all the absences a person creates when they disappear.

& it’s true that losing someone makes you aware of how much larger we are than our bodies. shannon in the shape of a look thrown sideways when beatrice and lilith are bickering, a smirk as the eucharist melts on the tongue, a thumb claiming a smudge of engine grease up off mary’s cheek, a mouth making the shape of a name