⋆pyxie 🧚‍♂️

(Hey chat js wanted to lyk you spelt fairy wrong in your socials— It's "faerie", not "faeire", not tryna be a know-it-all or a bitch I js wanted to lyk </3)

the paper cuts and swear words released still ring in the office like ghosts of the busy ones, merely that and nothing more.

whether the fairy boy took the fuel from the cars or they stopped on their voluntary record we'll never know- but we still know he lives on, day after day, in grueling work, of the darkest office corners.

except his engine never ran out, unlike max verstappen's cars.

the fairy boy stayed, his body mindlessly drifting through the cycle of work, sleep, eat like an formula 1 race car driver.

he worked all day, hard, never stopping even though his hands bled, his liveliness dripped away, and his eyes lost the marvelous gleam of youth they once held.

forever entrapped, his soul eternally bound to the darkest confines of the office.

once upom a time there was a fairy boy

fly

dragons have such hairy nostrils almost like desmold