sorrowful sleep | rusame (DISCONTINUED)

(ART IS MINE, AND IS OLD) (CRINGE WARN) (ABANDONED) He watched the gold liquid drip from his hands, standing the grass beneath him. The shades of feathers falling to the floor around him. Covering him in his sins. The gold owned by the two he once looked up to, the memories he cherished of the two fading away like the...

The Butterflies of My Heart

Russia and America are practically opposites...on the surface. Both of them have been through things that would break anyone normal. A broken body and a shattered mind fit them perfectly. But, if they're meant to hate each other why is it their hearts seem to leap out of their chests every time they speak?