ᴡɪʟᴛᴇᴅ - will herondale
❝ . . . Have you ever seen her dance, her leaves all wet with dew; and quivered with a new romance - the wind, he loved her too. Have you ever longed for her, on nights that go on and on; for now, her face is all a blur, like a memory kept too long. ❞ ━ part two of the a series of roses. make sure...
