― 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓.
❝ in the darkness, two shadows,
reaching through the hopeless,
heavy dusk. their hands meet,
and light spills in a flood like a
hundred golden urns pouring
out of the sun. ❞
or, i...
✦͙͙͙*͙*❥⃝∗⁎.ʚɞ.⁎∗❥⃝**͙✦͙͙͙ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ lord help anyone who stands in my way; for i am not merciful & i am not kind. and i am not afraid to make you wish that i was.
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❥๑━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━๑❥
ON A VERY HOT, SUNNY DAY, A BLACK RAVEN WATCHED AS A PRIEST'S WIFE WAILED IN PAIN GIVING BIRTH TO THE SUN ITSELF. malachi titus thorne. the raven became a dark shadow in the sunny baby boy's life, seemingly curious at first but ultimately a sign of deadly curses. the animal with tainted mortals would have been more of a problem, or even noticed more than it was, had malachi not been the savior of his small town in tennessee. an angel, they claimed in a chorus, excited that their prayers had been answered. their angel could somehow predict events before they happened, whether awful or great news and therefore, the very ground he walked on was worshipped.
