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Starborn, Fireheart & Lady Death - CC, TOG & ACOTAR

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[oristian]

“Because I looked up his profile on Spark.”

“The dating site?”

“The dating site.”

— House of Earth and Blood, Chapter Seventeen

A [re: Crescent City] modern spin on Gwyn and Azriel and the Spark that exists between them—this time online! Who knew love could be found on a mobile app in the middle of the afternoon?

@gwynrieldefenseatty and I did a reread and found this quote and knew immediately we had to rope in the amazingly talented (and equally as obsessed with Gwyn as we are) @windbyfire to turn this into a reality! Just know that Azriel definitely picked Gwyn up on his motorcycle, they drove off into the sunset, and lived happily ever after!

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[the-shadowsingers-whore]

hofas bonus chapter masterlist

ruhn and lidia

bryce and hunt

bryce and danika

ember and randall

bryce, nesta, and azriel

[sobaboyos]

Ithan: Bryce your cat is so sweet

Bryce: I don't have a cat

Ithan:

[freyjas-musings]

Ah I am in love with this art piece of Bryce with Syrinx by @venusfolk

[rufousnmacska]

No context Hofas spoiler??

[fernwehreader]

"They Call You Shadowsinger": Parallelism and the Power of Being Seen

I’m currently doing a Crescent City re-read and am really enjoying spending time with this series at a slower and more deliberate pace. As a result, I’m seeing threads between Crescent City and ACOTAR that I didn’t fully notice upon earlier readings.  I think this is in part due to the fact that I spent a great deal of time with ACOSF and its bonus chapters immediately before returning to Crescent City.  

So, as I’ve just wrapped up HOEAB, there’s one topic that keeps rolling around in my head: parallelism!

Literary Parallelism

Hang with me for just a bit as I explain a little about what parallelism usually looks like--I promise this is going somewhere!  Parallelism can be a literary device where parts of a sentence/paragraph/stanza have the same grammatical structure, intended to emphasize or draw attention to something in particular.  When I teach parallelism in my high school literature classes, I often include it as part of a rhetoric unit because it’s not uncommon to see it combined with rhetorical devices such as antithesis or repetition--which are also meant to emphasize something in order to persuade or to draw attention towards a specific detail. 

When I teach my rhetoric units to highlight the effect of using these devices, I usually use Disney songs since there is a general level of familiarity with them.  For instance, when the Muses in Hercules sing the song “Zero to Hero,” they say:

He was a no one A zero, zero Now he’s a honcho He’s a hero Here was a kid with his act down pat Zero to hero, in no time flat Zero to hero, just like that!

Here, parallelism is achieved through repetition of the phrase "Zero to hero" and its variations, which emphasize Hercules’ dramatic transformation.  This repetition, combined with antithesis to show opposite meaning, is meant to draw the audience’s attention to the theme of personal growth for the story’s protagonist.  

So, we often see parallelism like this, used how it is in Disney songs, in notable speeches like MLK’s “I Have a Dream” speech, or in dramatic moments like Mark Antony’s funeral speech in Julius Caesar.  But it can also be used in literature through mirrored scenes.  Instead of focusing on grammatical structure and patterns, it instead relies on parallel dialogue and imagery to highlight thematic connections or character development.  

In my opinion, this is exactly what we see upon closer examination of HOEAB and ACOSF, where SJM crafts deeply intimate character moments in two separate scenes--belonging to two separate books and worlds.  One scene occurs between Bryce and Hunt in HOEAB, and the other between Gwyn and Azriel in his ACOSF bonus chapter.

These scenes possess deliberate literary parallels between their pivotal moments along with what they reveal about identity, emotional intimacy, and the quiet beginnings of a relationship found through deep understanding. It's also worth noting that these two books were published a year apart, with HOEAB released first. I always found it interesting that SJM didn't release ACOSF after the ACOFAS novella--so it's worth considering why we were introduced to Bryce and Hunt first before jumping back to Prythian to meet Gwyn and get Azriel's first (and only) POV.

Again, this is part of the narrative framing in which I’ve previously written about, as my contention remains that this is all to serve the purpose of character development (the romantic pairing of Azriel and Gwyn) and narrative continuity (establishing ACOTAR5 as Azriel’s book).  

I know that many readers have already made comparisons between Bryce/Gwyn and Hunt/Azriel.  I’m not sure what more I can add to that particular conversation.  However, I do have some very specific thoughts regarding how parallelism is being used by SJM to further establish the runway being laid for Azriel’s book--as well as to continue spreading the seeds for the romantic pairing of Azriel and Gwyn.  In these mirrored scenes, SJM uses parallelism to draw our attention to show how a single interaction can begin to redirect a protagonists’ narrative.

Parallel Structure & Phrasing: HOEAB vs. ACOSF

The literary structure and phrasing of the two interactions in question are strikingly similar--enough so to discourage an argument of pure coincidence.

In the HOEAB scene, Bryce is sitting alone on a bench overlooking the Istros River with a box of chocolate croissants to commemorate Danika’s birthday.  Hunt soon flies in to join her, and they share an emotional scene where Bryce laments how everyone else seems to have moved on from Danika’s death--yet, she cannot.  Hunt then shares details about Shahar, her death, and how it has impacted him over the years.  A realization then hits Bryce after Hunt’s admissions:

She looked to the river. “I never realized it,” she murmured. “That you and I are mirrors.” He hadn’t, either. But a voice floated back to him. You look how I feel every day, she’d whispered when she’d cleaned him up after Micah’s latest assignment. “Is it a bad thing?” A half smile tugged at a corner of her mouth. “No. No, it isn’t." “No issue with the Umbra Mortis being your emotional twin?” But her face grew serious again. “That’s what they call you, but that’s not who you are.” “And who am I?” “A pain in my ass.” Her smile was brighter than the setting sun on the river. He laughed, but she added, “You’re my friend. Who watches trashy TV with me and puts up with my shit. You’re the person I don’t need to explain myself to--not when it matters. You see everything I am, and you don’t run away from it.” He smiled at her, let it convey everything that glowed inside him at her words. “I like that.”

We will be comparing this scene to Azriel’s bonus chapter from ACOSF, shortly after he arrives at the training ring and unexpectedly finds Gwyn.  After Gwyn teases Azriel about needing his dagger to sleep and they exchange some pleasantries about celebrating Solstice, Gwyn has a surprising question for him:

She angled her head, hair shining like molten metal. “Do you sing?” He blinked. It wasn’t every day that people took him by surprise, but . . . "Why do you ask?" “They call you shadowsinger. Is it because you sing?”  “I am a shadowsinger--it’s not a title that someone just made up.” She shrugged again, irreverently. Az narrowed his eyes, studying her. “Do you, though?” she pressed. “Sing?”  Azriel couldn’t help his soft chuckle. “Yes.” 

The parallel structure of these interactions is not by accident.  For starters, both scenes are in the male POV, which gives the reader particular insight into their (albeit limited) perspectives.  Additionally, both Bryce and Gwyn are alone as these scenes begin--they are interrupted by Hunt and Azriel flying in:

Hunt landed quietly before sliding onto the bench’s wooden planks, the box between them.

Azriel landed in the ring a few feet from where Gwyn practiced in the chill night . . . 

Both Hunt and Azriel literally descend from the skies, landing quite near Bryce and Gwyn.  In my opinion, this isn’t just coincidence or logistical--this reflects a descent into emotional vulnerability.  These are male characters known for their emotional detachment, and their flights into these scenes could symbolize a movement downward from their hard shells into more intimate emotional territory.

Additionally, there is deliberate phrasing in both these interactions which supports the literary parallels taking place.  The male characters are both known by fearsome titles: Hunt is the “Umbra Mortis” (or “Shadow of Death”), and Azriel is the “Shadowsinger.”  These epithets reflect how the outside world perceives them--deadly and dangerous.  Both males are warriors, assassins, and instruments of power used by others.  Additionally, they bear the weight of countless deaths and trauma associated with their freedom being stripped away.  Their identities are often defined by others.  

Bryce and Gwyn then continue their conversations with Hunt and Azriel built around these monikers and identities.

After Bryce notes that she and Hunt are mirrors, Hunt says:

“No issue with the Umbra Mortis being your emotional twin?” But her face grew serious again.  “That’s what they call you, but that’s not who you are.”

This line cuts to the heart of Hunt’s struggle with being defined by the darkness of his past and his violent role in a broken system.  Bryce, however, sees all of Hunt in this moment and does not hesitate to tell him.  What follows is an emotionally intimate declaration:

“You’re my friend . . . the person I don’t need to explain myself to—not when it matters.  You see everything I am, and you don’t run away from it.”

Similarly, in Azriel’s ACOSF bonus chapter, Gwyn presses Azriel about his title: 

“They call you Shadowsinger.  Is it because you sing?” “I am a shadowsinger--it’s not a title that someone just made up.”

There is an intentional parallel in the exact phrasing here by using the words “they call you”--that is not an accident.  SJM is relying on parallelism to do what it does in more typical contexts: to emphasize or draw our attention to these specific words.  Both Azriel and Hunt are often viewed through the lens of the outside world, and we can begin to see how that might weigh on each of them.

Interestingly, Gwyn immediately shrugs off the reply, irreverently.  Her casual dismissal of Azriel’s deadly title is a pivotal moment . . . very much so mirroring Bryce’s refusal to allow Hunt to be defined by his title.  Gwyn is unafraid, unfazed, and unmoved by Azriel’s reputation.  Like Bryce, Gwyn sees something more in the male before her.

Perhaps this is even why Gwyn proceeds to call Azriel “Shadowsinger” instead of by his name later in ACOSF--she is teasing him, almost as if to tell him: If you say this is what you are, then that’s what I’m going to call you.  

And, in these two scenes, Hunt and Azriel are not left unaffected by these comments from Bryce and Gwyn.  Hunt smiles at Bryce in response and “let it convey everything that glowed inside him at her words”--while the notably stoic Azriel “couldn’t help his soft chuckle” when Gwyn continued to ask if he sings.

Hunt opens up to Bryce in a moment of shared grief as they discuss Danika and Shahar.  Azriel, fresh from a painful confrontation with Rhys and his interaction with Elain, finds unexpected comfort in a late-night encounter with Gwyn.  Yet both males, defined by death and duty, find themselves smiling and laughing--softened by these females who refuse to fear them.  

Ultimately, in both scenes, the titles for Hunt and Azriel are named and then rejected.  Bryce and Gwyn see past the labels to what lies beneath.  This mirroring is a prime example of narrative parallelism and intertextual echoing.  The same emotional arc is achieved through different characters across different texts–but with identical purpose.  

Glowing Hearts and Emotional Intimacy

Another example of parallelism cements the lasting, emotional importance of these interactions: the mirrored imagery of something glowing inside both Hunt’s and Azriel’s chests.  After Bryce tells Hunt who he really is, he let his smile “convey everything that glowed inside him at her words.”  Likewise, at the end of Azriel’s bonus chapter, after Clotho agrees to give the necklace to Gwyn anonymously, Azriel buries the imagined image of Gwyn’s joy in his chest--where it “glowed quietly.  A thing of secret, lovely beauty.” 

The glow is not accidental; it’s symbolic of something dormant being awakened--compassion, hope, perhaps even the beginning feelings of something more romantic.  These descriptions are not just parallel in phrasing; they symbolize something profound.  Both Azriel and Hunt are males trained to bury everything--perhaps partly out of self-preservation.  So, these glowing sensations are not fireworks or passionate explosions, but quiet illuminations--a spark of something soft and sacred awakening inside them.  Maybe something they didn’t know they still had the capacity for.  It is the literary embodiment of intimacy, not lust.

These mirrored glowing moments also represent hope, potential, and the beginning of self-forgiveness.  Notably, in both cases, the glow is inside of Hunt and Azriel.  Both males are not ready to act on it yet, but they protect it.  It is a seed planted in their hearts by Bryce and Gwyn who have started to become the safe harbors that Hunt and Azriel didn’t realize they needed.  

“SO WHAT?”

My favorite literary question to ask my students comes last, as usual: SO WHAT? 

Why does this matter?  Why would SJM intentionally echo such specific literary structure, phrasing, and emotional beats across two different texts and series?

Because she is building a broader thematic through-line across her multiverse by juxtaposing Bryce/Hunt against Gwyn/Azriel.  These scenes are not throwaway moments--they are turning points.  They suggest that Azriel, like Hunt, is on the cusp of transformation.  The glow in the chest is symbolic of a soul rekindling itself, and the females who see these males are clearly not afraid. 

I believe that Bryce is trying to flash a neon sign indicating the importance of this parallelism.  She point blank says to Hunt: “I never realized it . . . That you and I are mirrors.”

Yes.  They are mirrors--to Gwyn and Azriel, setting up crucial parallels in anticipation of their own story together.

And these parallels are more than just fun literary hijinks.  It’s not SJM just showing us how clever she is (although she is very clever).  These are deliberate seeds of narrative intent.  Despite some fandom theories to the contrary, Hunt and Bryce’s relationship is established by the end of HOFAS and they are thematically framed as equals (perhaps another post for another time).  So, if we accept that these two scenes mirror each other in structure, tone, and function, then the bonus chapter between Azriel and Gwyn is not a throwaway interlude--it is a setup.  

And so, while Gwyn presses Azriel with questions while shoulder-shrugging, and while Bryce gently corrects Hunt by calling out the person beneath the helmet, SJM shows us a paralleled pattern: that the power exists to choose who you are.  To laugh again.  To let something glow quietly in your chest and not extinguish it.

"They call you shadowsinger" becomes not a question of power, but of identity.  And in that question--posed by a female who doesn’t tremble in his presence--Azriel, like Hunt before him, begins the slow process of reclamation.  Not of title.  Not of duty.  But of self.

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[rosebudsarts]

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[rainingriversofyou]

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“When knife and sword are reunited, so shall our people be.”

— House of Earth and Blood

One of my largest theories is that Azriel and Gwyn will simultaneously wield both Truth Teller and Gwydion—as per the prophecy, together with their blades they shall help to unite the fae of the Dusk Court. I believe that this will take place within their book; Azriel shall accept himself as Illyrian and he and Gwyn will help bring together the Illyrians and Valkyries, and further the fae trapped within the walls of the Prison.

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[shadowdaddies]

A Deeper Intimacy

Ruhn Danaan x Reader

Summary: just pure fluff taking care of drunk Ruhn

warnings: suggestiveness, non-sexual nudity, mentions of drinking

The sound of the door lock clicking drew your attention from your book as you turned to see the handle turn, a familiar face peeking through the door. Violet eyes twinkled above a lopsided grin, Ruhn sighing as he leaned against the door behind him, sliding the lock shut.

His gaze found yours, grin turning to a full, bright smile as he stumbled towards where you lay on the couch, watching him with amusement. “Hello, beautiful,” Ruhn murmured, clumsily flopping onto the couch as he bracketed his arms around your head, caging you in beneath him. 

Ruhn’s head ducked into your shoulder, his warm lips pressing softly against your neck. A giggle escaped you as his long black hair fell like a curtain around you, your hands finding purchase in his waves as his teeth tugged on your earlobe. “You seem like you had a good time tonight,” you hummed, a pleasant smile on your face as Ruhn continued his affections.

Hand sliding up your chest, Ruhn paused, eyes glittering with amusement. “You’re wearing my shirt,” he murmured, hand sliding over your breast through the soft fabric. A hiccup escaped him, your mate’s eyes widening slightly as he hiccuped again. 

Giggling, you pulled his hand from your chest, twining your fingers with his as you pressed a kiss to his knuckles. “Yes, I am wearing your shirt. Now how about we get you into the bath, Prince Charming?”

Ruhn sighed, his hand tugging on yours as he sat up on the sofa. “Only if you join me,” he purred, winking before a hiccup interrupted him once more. Rolling your eyes, you stood from the couch, leading your mate towards the bathroom, leaning down to turn the tap, warm water pouring into the tub.

“Come on, love,” you murmured, tugging on Ruhn’s shirt as you urged him to raise his arms. “You get in the bath, and I’m going to grab you a water and some toast,” you whispered, pressing a kiss to his cheek before turning to leave.

His hand caught around your wrist, whirling you back towards him as tattooed arms wrapped around you. A hand threaded through your hair, angling your head back as Ruhn pulled you in for a deep kiss, the sweet taste of whiskey on his tongue. “You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” he breathed against your lips, arms slowly loosening their grip on your frame.

“I love you, Ruhn. I’ll be right back,” you promised, lingering in his warm hold for only a moment before heading towards the kitchen. 

Returning with a glass of water and toast in hand, you smiled at the sight of Ruhn, muscular arms draped over the sides of the bathtub, head leaned back with eyes closed in contentment. Padding quietly to the edge of the bath, you set down the plate, reaching to gently rub Ruhn’s arm. 

“Hey,” you whispered, grinning at the sleepy eyes that peeked open in your direction. “Drink some of this,” you murmured, passing the water to your mate. 

Ruhn’s fingers brushed yours when he took the glass from your hand, his throat working as he took a long sip of the water. “I thought you promised to join me?” he purred, tongue flicking out over his lip ring as he flashed you a feline grin.

“Mm, I believe so,” you replied, pulling Ruhn’s shirt over your head and slipped off your shorts. A low rumble sounded from his chest, violet-blue eyes tracking you with interest as you settled into his lap, the warm bath water soothing on your muscles.

Ruhn’s arms settled around your waist, fingers tracing lazy patterns on your skin as you relaxed against him. “What are you thinking about, love?” you murmured, your own hands idly running up and down his arms as you admired his tattoos, his comforting touch.

Ruhn paused his movements, quiet for a moment before he pulled your back closer to his chest, one hand wrapped around your waist, the other brushing your damp hair from your neck as he leaned to press soft kisses down your shoulder. “Tell me how you fell in love with me,” he whispered, a near-pleading tone as your mate buried his face in the crook of your neck.

Silver lined your eyes as you recalled the first moment you met Ruhn, the way the room around you disappeared, an invisible force pulling you towards the beautiful male. He had your heart before you knew his name, and you sent a silent thanks to Urd for blessing you with such a mate.

You turned to look at Ruhn, facing him in his lap as you brushed dark hair from his face while you recounted the story for him. You hadn’t known such tenderness, such depth of intimacy before this, instinctively leaning against Ruhn’s chest, your mate pulling you into him as the two of you sat like that for a long while.

“C’mon, love,” Ruhn murmured after some time, never putting you down as he stepped from the tub, the both of you drying off before tucking into bed, sweet nothings and whispers of “I love you” exchanged with nearly every breath as you fell asleep in each others’ arms.

[cassianandfenrysaremyboyos]

Just thinking about how Hunt went from having no really close friends, no family, no real hope or dreams for the future, just a slave stuck in a terrible situation he would never get out of. To finding a mate that loves him, a family of brothers who would do anything for each other, and dreams of a happy future and kids

[sobaboyos]

Me and the girlies getting ready for the ship wars, the fandom debacles, and the people that will hate on hofas for not enough acotar.

[throughstarlitfields]

𝙋𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙪𝙭'𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙚𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚. 𝙃𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙩 𝙪𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩, 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙝𝙚'𝙙 𝙨𝙣𝙖𝙥 𝙃𝙪𝙣𝙩'𝙨 𝙣𝙚𝙘𝙠 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨.

𝙃𝙪𝙣𝙩 𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙬𝙝𝙮 𝙖 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙨 𝙍𝙞𝙜𝙚𝙡𝙪𝙨 𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙙, 𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙣𝙚𝙖𝙧-𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩. “𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙄 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚,” 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝘽𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙃𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙.

𝙉𝙤. 𝙉𝙤. 𝘼𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨.

𝘏𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝙋𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙪𝙭 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙢, 𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙪𝙣𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜.

𝙍𝙞𝙜𝙚𝙡𝙪𝙨 𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙜𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙃𝙪𝙣𝙩'𝙨 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙬 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙚𝙧𝙪𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙠𝙪𝙡𝙡, 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙘𝙡𝙚𝙨, 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙. 𝘈𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵.

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘼𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙞'𝙨 𝙥𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙬𝙚𝙗𝙗𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙨 𝙃𝙪𝙣𝙩'𝙨 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙬, 𝙥𝙞𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙤'𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙍𝙞𝙜𝙚𝙡𝙪𝙨 𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚.

𝙃𝙪𝙣𝙩 𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣. 𝙄𝙩 𝙚𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙛𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨, 𝙤𝙛𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙖𝙩𝙚.

𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚂𝚔𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙱𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚋𝚢 𝚂𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚑 𝙹. 𝙼𝚊𝚊𝚜

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𝙿𝚐. 𝟽𝟿𝟶

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Commissioned by me

𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓. 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐍.

[moondrawss]

—You remind me of the wind. —He tried to explain. —Powerful and able to cool or freeze with half a thought, shaping the world itself though no one can see you. Only your impact on things. 🔥

Lidia Cervos portrait