He latched onto Wind. Something about him--it wasn’t even that he was the Hero of Winds--was just… more familiar than anyone else. It was like... like they were brothers in their cores, like he had taken every step of his life with him, like their hearts and minds aligned, like they shared stories and lives. It was like they'd always known each other. It was hard to explain, how his spirit sang in familiarity to Wind's, but it was something he couldn’t help but latch onto.
I am writing something finally and I am writing something ....funny. For Halloween. Just wait for a few hours before I unravel what I am working on. Thank you @special-bc-ur-part-of-it for kickstarting my motivation. I am doing it.
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Once again, I’m alive. But I have something brewing… I’m debating on something and I’m still figuring out the looks of it but… I think it’s for the best if I do it. I’ll update again once I’ve found a way to make it work
I did not intend to lie!! life just got crazy and I got so into the interlude that I wrote a whole plot about it bc I've never been chill about anything a day in my life!! but it'll be up no longer than this weekend.
"my mind is playing games on me" you're not special, we've been playing jepoardy in mine for hours. the question is "the reason we are not productive today". "what is 'i am a bad person'" didn't work as an answer, so now i'm just left guessing