In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun.
pre-storm / flight / daybreak
quick sketch of
piper and reyna’s wifeannabeth before bed (◡‿◡✿)
"Wear your tragedies as armor, not shackles."
Anonymous (via romantiv) ←
wants to be: tall untouchable death boy
is: a 5’5 italian who flails a lot and make squeaky noises when hes flustered