21 Jan 2021
The Island whispers to him, calls him words like important, and special, and king.
It cradles him in his dreams, heals all his bruises him with gentle water and warm earth and birdsong, and he thinks, 'this must be what it’s like to have a mother.'
He’s never loved anything the way he loves it.
Fandoms: Poldark (TV 2015)
27 May 2020
He’d tried to court friendship with the right people - the children with surnames he recognised from the lists his father had read out to him in his study; the children who could lend them favour. But he’d been too studied, too anxiously shy, too stiff. Could never smile quite right. They’d turned away from him either way.
Or, George reflects on his childhood.
Fandoms: 1917 (Movie 2019)
03 Mar 2020
He goes away, because a part of him was never supposed to come back.
He goes away, because he’s a ghost and they’re still living.
He goes away, because their home doesn’t need to be haunted.
He stays away for a long time, and slowly, piece by piece, he heals. He softens in the sunshine and weeps into the warmth of it.
For a long time, there’s nothing.
And then, one quiet day behind the lines, a reinforcement disturbs the peace of the meadow.
there is magic in the night, when pumpkins glow by moonlight (run, little girl, they see you in the dark) by debeauharnais
07 Nov 2019
Every year when the sun goes down on October 31st, when the jungle is black and twisted and the muggy wind howls through the fig leaves, the ghosts come back.