Book two of Our Time Draws to a Close series. It wasn't his fault, he tried to convince himself. They'd asked him to do it, he reminded himself. It was out of his control, he repeated to himself. None of this was his fault. Time just... Didn't bend to him. ~~~ Why was everything so confusing? So far away? He couldn't figure out what was real and what wasn't. He... Kept meeting with him, in his dreams? He thought they were his dreams. They had to be his dreams right? Or, well, his nightmares. #1 in osmp 09/19/21 #2 in collapse 10/03/21

(UPDATED JUNE 30 bc the story took a different direction over the 2 years I've been writing it o-o;) Skephalo and Sap6d fic taking place as a sequel to Midnight Birdsong. Very slowburn and also angsty but kinda hurt/comfort until closer to Chapter 59-ish where it becomes mostly hurt no comfort. Chapter titles are songs that relate to stuff/ foreshadow the story/ fit the chapter mood and there's a playlist with them called Twisted where I pick songs as I write chapters so you get a lil sneak peek before they're posted. *spoilers below* CW // violence, vomit, character in a temporary coma, (TBD) ~If anyone wants to make fanart of it for a cover, I'd love that :D