#anyway this poem isnt about either of those fandoms

[verydazedragon]

sick, and unnatural; that's what our love was. nature is fluid, time is fluid. we no business lingering there and burning with passion; passion I could longer identify as pure. every sweetness soured in my stomach, every soothing touch stung with fever. lesser men than you or I would've found such agony romantic, but we had unbalanced fate, tore the fabric of time, disrupted the natural order, and in doing so, we damaged the very souls we sought to protect—our own. we were trapped in the twilight, stuck in a world too far from the sun, with a bond so demented and mangled that I wondered if it had ever been love at all.

—you cannot atone for what should've never been resurrected// ex nihilo