𝐞.

the cloud passes and the torment is overthrown. beneath the rays that finally poke through lies a boy, slightly flickering, deeply missing his princess.

and we sort it as best we can. but even the most carefully constructed illusions flicker every now and then.

curious fate, tying our souls together and leaving us to sort out the rest.

that's... a shame?

am i /not/ allowed to hit on you, cutie?

i love you more.

bye, cries.

rolls my eyes. it's an acquired skill, dork.

edge-e.

supreme leader.

what's the matter, bby?

why, bby?

sleep well, angel.