Claire.

Heyyyyyyy

hiiiiiiiiiii

hey, you still there?

bro wrote "semi-hiatus" in bio and vanished completely :skull:

my college will start in a few days, and my dad will scream at me if i touch my devices, so yeah i can't come online.

just some cringey fanfiction — sorry for the late rep!

thats nice to hear! not much, just working on new book <3 you? what are you on to these days?

yo ive been doing great, how bout' youu??

yes yes this is risse :)

as we swam, or played, or talked, a feeling would come. It was almost like fear, in the way it filled me, rising in my chest. It was almost like tears, in how swiftly it came. But it was neither of those, buoyant where they were heavy, bright where they were dull. I had known contentment before, brief snatches of time in which I pursued solitary pleasure: skipping stones or dicing or dreaming. But in truth, it had been less a presence than an absence, a laying aside of dread: my father was not near, nor boys. I was not hungry, or tired, or sick.
          
          This feeling was different. I found myself grinning until my cheeks hurt, my scalp prickling till I thought it might lift off my head. My tongue ran away from me, giddy with freedom. This and this and this, I said to him. I did not have to fear that I spoke too much. I did not have to worry that I was too slender or too slow. This and this and this! I taught him how to skip stones, and he taught me how to carve wood. I could feel every nerve in my body, every brush of air against my skin.