i am a god, made of magic the spell is magic MATH oh bring the cloak you look so good in it
— Gah!
[ He stuffs his phone in his hoodie as he starts to get carried away again, sitting in the middle of a glade. A glade surrounded by trees pinned with real, dead hearts being the only place he can keep knocking sense back into himself with the grisly reality of the situation.
There are shadows under his eyes and his hair looks to be raked-through several hundred times, arms wrapped around himself. ]
no subject
the spell is magic
MATH
oh bring the cloak you look so good in it
— Gah!
[ He stuffs his phone in his hoodie as he starts to get carried away again, sitting in the middle of a glade. A glade surrounded by trees pinned with real, dead hearts being the only place he can keep knocking sense back into himself with the grisly reality of the situation.
There are shadows under his eyes and his hair looks to be raked-through several hundred times, arms wrapped around himself. ]