You set it up and then BOOM, this: Because he wasn’t twelve he hadn’t actually written her name, but she was there in geometric shapes, small and precise, and the gentle, swirling spirals inked with the deepest of India black.
You kill me (in the good way) with words. This was so worth waiting for. Looove.
How in the name of all that is holy and Andy did I miss this?! It is just so them, in every word. Because they so would split possessions exactly in half, and he so would see her in his writing.....I may never look at deep black ink in the same way again....
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You kill me (in the good way) with words. This was so worth waiting for. Looove.
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(Also? Scotch with a capitol S? Hmmm... I must be a *really* good muse! hehehe)
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this was nice... the saving of the drafts, and the little details about the stuff in the margins.
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