"I understand. You heard the place you loved was in trouble, so you came back, but I don't-I just-why didn't you take me?" Here it was, at last. Catharsis, or something close to it. "I would have hunted them down with you, Philza, the people who did that to your town. I would have given you your vengeance on a silver platter. I would have given you the world." Philza didn't look guilty. He just looked tired. "I didn't hunt them down, though." // Or, that fic where Techno and Phil are old immortals, and Tommy and Wilbur are decidedly... not. Angst ensues. //

my heart can't be in 2020 when it belongs in 1970. - this piece is completely unedited (original work by the author) - re-upload of 'Flowers from 1970' by astr0nomika. - book cover art creds go to @Mr_sapitusnapitus

Solo aclarar que esta historia solo es la Traducción de "Passerine" creado por: @thcscus ♤♤Terminada♤♤ ♧Credito por la portada a @legonatl en Twitter♧