Welcome to the peak of my effort, 0%.
So technically it's usually drawings but like...no.
So instead I'm going to be writing one-shots for the drawings of my good friend @NotHeere
Again, I know Inktober is usually drawings, so if you comment about i...
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You remember the ash? Guess what. Phoenix bitch. :)))
He couldn't handle her death. How could he? She was his everything, and now she was gone. Watching them cremate his beloved. Nothing more than ash.
Ashes ashes, we all fall down.
He couldn't sleep at night, his bed cold without her. His firebird. So wild, so free. And now she was nothing but ash.
Ashes ashes, we all fall down.
How could he let her go? He couldn't. He wouldn't. Rise my little firebird. Rise from the ashes, a phoenix from the flame.
She was different. He didn't know why. This wasn't his firebird. Why was she different? She couldn't be different. What would be the point. Why couldn't she remember? Why wouldn't she listen? Why wasn't she the same?
Well. He could always try again. Over and over and over until she was just like she was. He would just have to try again. Over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again.
