#faery speaks

[eyeball-freak]

I’m tired of fae romance where the faerie guy is just a guy with pointy ears, make that man a freak from the forest. Make him look like a forgotten pagan god. Give him a funky tail or something. GO NUTS!!!!

[brittle-doughie]

The reason why I probably won’t make many relationship charts would be the levels of simping these 4 would have towards Y/N Cookie in the chart. Not just these four, but any cookie with a chart for Y/N Cookie, which is a majority of them.

White Lily Cookie >>> Y/N Cookie: “A very, very, VERY cherished friend. I’ve..never felt this way towards a cookie until I had met them...”

Mercurial Knight Cookie >>> Y/N Cookie: “I feel at ease when I’m around them.”

Sliverbell Cookie >>> Y/N Cookie: “The warmest heart I’ve ever felt..”

Elder Faerie Cookie >>> Y/N Cookie: “You are the soul made for me and this land..and its bright future.”

[ellie-makes-mbs]

name moodboard for “faye” for @cadiakith

[xoxochb]

in my heart, I belong to elfhame ୨୧

[arelenforyadarlin]

I love the concept of faerie being tied to nature, like TIED TIED. none of that "oh im a pure flower goddess that looks like every supermodel ever with a flower on my head" NO faeries are hairy they are wild they are beautiful they dont give a SHIT dont be a pussy draw your fae with hairy legs and pits draw them happy with themselves because they have no human standard to uphold

[ominous-faechild]

hey, guys. I've held off on tagging because of the difficulty of en-masse tagging on mobile vs desktop (where i make most of my posts), but i figured it's about time to update you all

faerie's dawn is unfortunately going to have its return delayed further. on tuesday, I broke my ankle on the way to a café to work on writing. i got surgery yesterday (wednesday) and am thankfully in much less pain now though that's probably in good part due to painkillers lol.

still, i need to keep my ankle elevated to help it heal quicker. that—as well as all the pain meds i'm on, most likely—makes it next to impossible for me to write and further my progress on faerie's dawn. so, as much as i hate to break this news, i'm going to have to push back the return of faerie's dawn yet again.

if you'd like to support me, i have a gofundme where you can do so. similarly, i'm going to keep that much more updated on the progression of my recovery. not only is it much easier to update on there, but my low energy levels don't make it easy for me to update across multiple platforms.

another friend of mine, neila, has been kind enough to both help promote my gofundme and keep updates on the progress of my recovery on bluesky as well.

thank you for your patience, and i'm sorry to break this news to you all 😅

(taglists below)

faerie's dawn:

@honeybewrites @the-golden-comet @illarian-rambling @ashirisu @urnumber1star

@the-letterbox-archives @48lexr @aalinaaaaaa @thecomfywriter @an-indecisive-nerd

@seastarblue @rae-butter @teamarine777 @caffeinated-starsailor @oliolioxenfreewrites

@corinneglass @thebookishkiwi @storyteller-kara @themongosianhorse @theburningeyeofdawn

@write-with-will @mildlybizarrecorvid @forgottenvalor @huewrite @vesanal

@differentnighttale @olliedoesthings @pupculture @princessuncertain @mythicalmagical-monkeyman

@i-do-anything-but-write @a-zendrial @real-fragments @aalinaaaaaa

@yourpenpaldee @dangerousbunnyking @milday-dewinter @hoerikwaggo @thestorywitch

@keeping-writing-frosty @vanceomegavast @thespoonunderyourbed

@kingofexiled @leagreenly @newbornbat @lazy-luzzy

moots:

@darkandstormydolls @an-indecisive-nerd @scrapplescribbles @willtheweaver

@foxgloves-garden @falco-underscore-77 (sorry if I mised anyone; i purposely excluded moots in the faerie's dawn taglist tho)

[sylvieserene]

No shade to you, but about ur post complaining abt that one twt post…man the accounts gimmick is hating on purelily. That post was not actually serious they Dont care about what people ship or not. It’s not that deep to them they just like lily a lot. Also dont use ship tags if it’s not about the ship, especially if it’s complaining about the shippers, even while it’s a valid complaint

Anon, I may understand where you're coming from but it's not just them though.

Things like these are said on the regular such as:

It's always the Purelily fandom which is getting the hit of everything.

We had a few mentally deranged individuals in our community yes, no one is denying that BUT.

We also had a whole minor grooming n*zi prolife ShadowVanilla controversy on twitter which just proves no fandom is safe from fucked up things... People are happy to point fingers for what one Purelily fan did but no one is willing to talk about it or anything at that really. The moment something screwed up happens in their own shipping space, suddenly everyone turns a blind eye to it or its not talked about as much.

So why must just one fandom get the blame? If we're being fair, all of these should be talked about, no?

Which brings me to my whole post's point. NO shipping space and by that I mean NO one is exempt from doing screwed up things. So I'm gonna repeat, accusing it's always just Purelily shippers is insane.

I'll not name anyone but there are very popular artists who also accuse Purelily fans of actively mischaracterising the characters even though ShadowVanilla + Elderlily shippers have also done it.

Suddenly, they are no longer in the picture and it's always those damn Purelily shippers' fault.

And I can assure you, I have enough ss and proof to show you that these people are very much serious. This isn't for the hahas or giggles. It's very much meant to be taken seriously and these people will defend their stance and posts seriously.

Even @reshramlove1ob has said this and even I have personally seen this attitude in the fanfic community as well. You get BLATANT hate for just letting WL exist where both SM and PV are in the same fic. It's insane.

Liking WL is one thing but wanting her to get isolated from everyone for an old af guy she just met? That's not funny anymore. You are actively objectifying her and are making her life revolve around male individuals. You're taking away agency from her.

That's not being a wl fan. That's being a sham fan who is more invested in what they ship instead of seeing how it impacts the character.

The twitter user is that. They deny PV's involvement in life, actively accuse Purelily fans + shippers + ship of being horrible and are actively making Elderlily being the central focus for what they like about WL.

More about that twitter user. That person is very much serious in what they say and if you try to pretend that they're not then I believe we need to sit down and have a talk lmao

Anw,

Everything is fair to hate when it comes to Purelily but the moment you even try to criticise their ship on valid grounds? All hell breaks loose.

You tell me that this isn't about the ship and to not use the tags for such. While I understand where you may be coming from but.

This whole thing directly ties to the ships itself.

All of this? All those threats and screwed up comments? All that for shipping a fictional character and people coming to attack Purelily shippers from 2 very specific shipping communities.

It VERY much ties to the ships cuz shippers don't exist without ships.

If we don't spread awareness of what's the state of Purelily fans atm, most of ppl will continue believing it's just us who is problematic and others are fine WHEN THEY ARE NOT.

So please, I say spread the word and condemn ppl who are spreading this type of hate.

I am not complaining about anything, I am merely pointing out the state of the fandom rn. And I'm gonna say it again, If you cannot practice peace yourself, then expect back what you're giving as well.

Just like secularism, respect of boundaries can never exist unless mutual. One sided respect cannot exist in long term.

You can't be like "WAAAAHHHHHH STOP HATING ON MY SHIP YOU A**HOLE" but also be like "YOUR SHIP SUCKS A** MINE IS SO MUCH BETTER"

I don't participate in dramas, especially fandom dramas cuz I hate these. But this? This is way too much.

In my culture, there's a saying:

"If you throw a stone at someone, expect a brick back."

Think about it once.

Karma leaves no one. Not even Gods are exempted from it.

Tldr, let's not pretend ShadowVanilla and Elderlily folks are very peace loving, innocent fellas. Y'all also have fucked up individuals in your communities and it's about time you guys start calling them out instead of blaming Purelily folks for everything. Cuz if generalising Purelily shippers continues, I don't see a day too far where even ShadowVanilla or Elderlily fans may also start getting generalised and it would be very easy too cuz a lot of stuff has happened already but my question is, why let that day come? If we as a fandom unite and stop this behaviour, we can stop this toxicity from spreading.

So please, live and let live.

Do NOT threaten to harm irl individuals which includes hate comments just for not shipping what you like.

Stay in your boundaries and let me stay at mine without throwing rocks and acid over the fence.

It's not funny and it will never be.

[llyfrenfys]

See, I personally find this quest to find pagan/pre-Christian elements in Welsh/Irish literature quite unnerving - I don't know about anyone else.

There's something to be said about genuinely discovering pre-Christian elements in a narrative or story and that being where evidence and study has led you. But I see some people on this fruitless quest to find pagan elements in very Christian texts and sometimes it feels like if no pagan elements can be found, people start making stuff up out of whole cloth - and that can be very dangerous for already not-well known texts in minoritised languages!

There's already so much misinformation out there about Irish/Welsh texts and literature in general - so it hurts to see people carelessly adding to the misinformation either out of ignorance or lack of respect for the source material.

I promise you the source material being Christian doesn't ruin it - you can in fact, enjoy these myths without making them into something they're not!

[the-letterbox-archives]

i am an artist by no means, but the combined muses of AURORA and nova from @ominous-faechild’s faerie’s dawn was too much for me

(references)

and, according to barlowe, the most canon-compliant drawing

enjoy

[raining-tulips]

for the first time in these new forests I felt childlike joy, and utter peace sitting in the shade under a faery portal. connection comes with practice. there are so many new plants to learn (bonus points if you can help with the bottom left plant) I saw a bee for the first time in so long, and followed a butterfly until they raced off, coming home with a foraged bouquet.

[thomas-jefferson-miku-binder]

[faerieroyal]

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ children born of fairy stock, never need for shirt or frock…

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➺ gilmore girls: jess mariano, rory gilmore, paris geller, luke danes, lane kim, lorelai gilmore.

➺ dead poets society: neil perry, todd anderson, charlie dalton, steven meeks, gerard pitts.

➺ criminal minds: spencer reid, aaron hotchner, emily prentiss, elle greenaway.

➺ marvel: peter parker (tasm or mcu), bruce banner, kate bishop, yelena belova (platonic, familial, or qpr requests only), bucky barnes, sam wilson, poly!sambucky, ava starr, loki laufeyson, druig, makkari, poly!drukkari, natasha romanoff, pietro maximoff, wanda maximoff, eddie brock, marc spector/steven grant/jake lockley, layla el-faouly.

➺ x-men: scott summers, jean grey, logan howlett, wade wilson, poly!deadclaws, hank mccoy, kurt wagner, alex summers.

➺ bridgerton: anthony bridgerton, benedict bridgerton, colin bridgerton, penelope featherington, eloise bridgerton, simon basset, kate sharma, edwina sharma, poly!kanthony.

➺ dc: bruce wayne, harley quinn, jason todd, dick grayson, tim drake, damian wayne (platonic or familial requests only), barbara gordon, cassandra cain, stephanie brown, clark kent, wally west, barry allen, pamela isley.

➺ newsies: jack kelly, “crutchie” morris, davey jacobs, spot conlon, racetrack higgins.

➺ formula one: charles leclerc, carlos sainz, max verstappen, logan sargeant, oscar piastri, lewis hamilton, fernando alonso, lance stroll, mick schumacher, alex albon, george russell, esteban ocon, yuki tsunoda, zhou guanyu.

➺ nhl hockey: quinn hughes, jack hughes, luke hughes, nico hischier, william nylander, matthew knies, joseph woll, sidney crosby, leon draisaitl, jeremy swayman, brock faber, jake middleton, matt boldy, jamie drysdale, nick suzuki, cole caufield, arber xhekaj, juraj slafkovsky, matty beniers, shane wright, jared mccann, joey daccord, adam larsson.

➺ the hobbit (movies): thorin oakenshield, thranduil, kíli durin, fíli durin.

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[the-badger-mole]

How the High King of Elfhame Got His Seneschal's Photo

Well, this was a waste of a trip to the mortal world. I leaned against the brick wall of the cafe I'm waiting in front of and bite back an annoyed groan. After all, I knew coming here on the strength of a fourthhand rumor was a long shot. Still, when Randalin told me that he'd heard from his valet who'd heard from the servant of one of the gentry families of the lower courts that there was a rumor of a kidnapping plot against my brother amongst the solitary fae, I thought it best to look into it myself. Now that I know the rumor was just the product of someone's overactive imagination, I wish I had just let one of the spies from the Court of Shadows look into it .

The fact that I probably wouldn't have trusted anyone else with this mission isn't a thought worth acknowledging.

I look down the empty street, expecting the Roach at any moment. Not for the first time, I wish for some way to travel between Faerie and the mortal world without needing to rely on one of the Folk to escort me. I would have asked Vivi if I knew how quickly this little side mission was going to be done. Oh, well.

A dark car pulls to a stop about half a block away from me. I note it absently. After all, I am not waiting on a car. Ten minutes later, I'm starting to get impatient. The Roach had come with his own agenda, I knew, but he had led me to believe that he would be done with his errand long before I was done with mine. I hope he'll show up soon. It was really starting to get cold, and I am not dressed for the weather. I shiver and pull my hoodie closer around me. Maybe, I consider, I should consider making it policy that anyone coming to the mortal realm should carry burner phones so they can stay in touch. Knowing when the Roach would be here would make waiting a little more bearable, at least.

The sound of the car door opening draws me out of my thoughts, and I realize that a man has emerged. Then I realize he's heading in my direction. My hackles go up immediately, though I try to calm myself down. He may not be coming to me. He may just pass me on the way to someplace else.

He does not pass me.

"This isn't a place for loiterers," the man says gruffly. I snort at that.

"If I see any I'll let them know."

"Oh, a joker."

"Only on occasion." The man sneers at me.

He's not dressed the way I picture mortal thugs dressing. He is in a brown leather bomber, but his jeans are clean and crisp, as if he ironed them as flat as he could that morning. Even I know that is unforgivably geeky. On his feet is a pair of shiny black dress shoes. Not boots, or sneakers, like I'd seen on gangsters and evil bikers in movies. The man is also inexplicably wearing a pair of dark mirrored sunglasses, although the sun had very nearly set.

"Why don't you show me your hands?" He phases it like a question, but it sounds like a command. I ignore it and turn my gaze away from him. In my pocket, I turn my fingers against my wrist, feeling the hilt of my dagger there. Let him try me.

"I said show me your hands!" When adding volume to his voice doesn't work, he reaches for me, presumably to force me to obey. The shock on his face when I grab his wrist instead is deeply satisfying. His yelp of pain when I twist it to an unnatural degree is even more so. My dagger stays where it's hidden up my sleeve. I don't need it for him.

Down the street, the car opens again, on the passenger side this time, and another man emerges, running towards me and his friend. Well, a fight will keep me warm, anyway.

"Freeze!" the man shouts. He pulls a gun from his waist and points it at me. Internally I groan as I reluctantly raise my hands over my head. How did I forget about guns?

-:-:-:-:-:-:-

"You're where?" Vivi screeches on the other end of the line. I flinch away from the phone receiver and glance around warily, certain that the police officers can hear my sister.

"I'm in jail," I repeat. "I need you to come bail me out." Vivi goes silent and I swear I can hear her pinching the bridge of her nose. Then, to my surprise, she laughs.

"Alright," she says at last. "Give me an hour."

"I've already been here for three!" I complain.

"Tough!" Vivi cackles. "I have to drop Oak off at a party, and I need get a card for the birthday boy first. You'll be alright. And if you get a prison tattoo, make sure it's a cool one."

"Viv!"

"I'll see you soon." Vivi is still laughing as she hangs up. I have to choke back a growl of frustration as I slam the receiver back onto the cradle.

"Finished?" the deputy who'd escorted me from my cell to make my one phone call.

"Finished," I sigh. A few moments later, the iron bars slam shut behind me. I am not alone in the cell, but the woman on the top bunk is in deep slumber, if her bone rattling snores are anything to go by. Then the smell of her hits me. This must be the drunk tank, I realize. With a huff, I sit on the bottom bunk and wait.

And I wait.

And wait.

One hour passes without Vivi showing up. Then two. At two and a half hours, I get up and pace the floor. Surely they'd give me another call, I think. But then, who else would I call besides Vivi? It was almost a miracle that I remembered her phone number. I never even tried to memorize Heather's. Besides, even if I had, Heather was probably with Vivi, or stuck at home. They only had one car between them.

Finally, as the clock was about to mark the third hour since I'd called my sister, I hear a commotion outside of the cell block.

"What do you mean I can't see my sister? I am here to bail her out. I have the cash right here!" Vivi's voice carries back to me, and I almost cheer in relief.

"Vivi!" I call.

"We're here, Jude!" Vivi yells back. Then her voice goes low. I can tell she's talking to someone, and finally they seem to come to an agreement. Then they are headed in my direction. Vivi appears behind the sheriff and she is the most beautiful sight I've ever seen. I'm so happy to see her that I don't see who's with her for a moment. It's not Heather who is standing behind her. It's Cardan.

Seeing him here, in the mortal realm- in a mortal police station of all places is so jarring, I can only stare for a moment. Especially since he's in a ridiculous red silk shirt with pearls at the cuffs and collar. Then I turn back to Vivi.

"Por que lo trajiste?" I demand in harsh whisper.

"Llegó a mi puerta y no me dejaria salir sin él." Vivi shrugs. "It was faster to bring him."

"That doesn't sound like you're grateful to see me," Cardan says, raising his brow.

"What are you doing here?" I ask him. I'm not angry. I'm too confused for anger, and I guess he sees that in my face, because he's not nearly so defensive when he answers.

"The Roach came rushing back to the palace raving that you'd been kidnapped," Cardan said. He eyed my cell distastefully, keeping well away from the iron bars. I have to force myself not to shrink in embarrassment. "And here you are indeed being kept captive for ransom. It wouldn't be very gallant of me to leave my seneschal imprisoned."

"Estaba furioso," Vivi tells me with an amused glance at him. "Tengo preguntas para ti luego. A lot!"

"Hey, pal," the sheriff cuts in. "Bail ain't ransom. She was arrested, not kidnapped." Vivi shakes her head, ignoring both men.

"Jail, Jude?" she sighs. "Que hiciste, hermanita?"

"Nothing!" I hiss back. "No hice nada. Es solo que él tiene una lasca en su hombro!" I jerk my chin towards the sheriff without looking at him.

"Little lady, assaulting an officer is not a little chip on my shoulder," the sheriff says. Vivi and I fall silent and stare at him. He shoots us a smug smirk. "Yeah, I speak Spanish, too." Behind him, I see Cardan is also smirking. His brows go up in amusement.

Little lady? he mouths silently. I scowl and shake my head at him. No. He will absolutely not make that a thing. I am not above ordering it so.

"You assaulted an officer?" Vivi is doing her best to sound disapproving, but she is barely keeping the grin off of her face, or the laugh from her voice.

"I didn't know he was an officer," I explain for for feels like the ten thousandth time tonight. "Some guy approaches me and starts making vague threats and I'm just not supposed to defend myself? He wasn't in uniform. He didn't even show me a badge!" At that, Vivi whirls on the sheriff, all amusement gone from her face.

"He didn't even identify himself?" she almost yells.

"W-well, h-he...he was only trying to warn her not to loiter," the sheriff stammered. "That block has had some issues with vandals recently, so plain clothes cops patrol there."

"I wasn't loitering. I was waiting for my ride." I press myself to the bars and glare daggers at the sheriff. "Then this random guy comes over and starts demanding to see my hands. I wasn't vandalizing anything! Tell me where that falls under protect and serve."

"Let my sister out!" Vivi demands. "Whatever your officer got was well deserved, it sounds like."

"It sounds like he got off lightly." Cardan's voice is deceptively airy. There's a coldness in his eyes that I know from experience means nothing good for the sheriff.

"I already told you, I can't let her go," the sheriff huffs. "Assaulting an officer is a felony, and a judge will need to set bail. She's in there until Monday." My jaw drops in shock. It's Friday. He expects me to stay in this disgusting cell for two days? Before I can protest, Cardan speaks again. This time when he speaks, the anger is tinged with glamour.

"I believe you'll find that you can let her go tonight," he says.

"I...I can let her go..." The sheriff's voice is distant, as if he's talking in his sleep. "Yes...I...I can let her go tonight. Just be sure to show up to your hearing on Monday."

"There won't be a hearing on Monday," Vivi says, her voice taking the same ineffable quality that Cardan's had. It was always strange watching the Folk glamour mortals from this end. Normally, I'm not a fan, especially of my sister doing it. But I cannot spend the weekend in a jail cell.

"Ri-ight," the sheriff agrees. He goes quiet for a moment and I suppose it's during this time that his brain supplies a good reason for letting me leave. He blinks his eyes rapidly, as if waking, and he shakes his head. Then he unlocks the cell and holds it open for me. "You're free to go."

"Wait, he still has my dagger," I say as I step hurriedly out of the cell. The sheriff closes it slowly behind me and stares at my cellmate thougthfully. She had been snoring loudly through this entire exchange.

"By all means let us retrieve it," Cardan drawls. "We all know how naked you feel without a weapon." Vivi rolls her eyes and enchants the sheriff again. A few minutes later, he's brought my sheathed dagger out from the evidence locker, and thrown away the plastic baggie it had been stored in. I wonder if he will get in trouble for this, then I decide that I don't care. I shouldn't have been arrested in the first place.

"Hey buddy," the sheriff calls Cardan aside. His brow goes up. At the informality of the address, I suppose. Still, he's intrigued enough to move closer. Whatever glamour Cardan had put on the sheriff seems to have left him with the impression that he and the High King were friends. He grinned mischievously at Cardan and hands him a manila envelope. "I figured you'd want a souvenir of your girlfriend's time as a felon."

"I'm not his girlfriend," I huff rolling my eyes. Cardan accepts the envelope nonetheless. I'm too tired to care, though. It must be near dawn, and all I want is to go home and sleep.

"What did he give you?" Vivi asks as we make our way to her and Heather's car. Cardan opens the envelope and pulls out a glossy picture. It's my mug shot. A flash of hot rage rolls through me, and I have half a mind to go back inside and show the snarky sheriff what assault with a deadly weapon truly looked like.

"I need ten copies of that!" Vivi howls with laughter. "I'm sending this to everyone!"

"No you're not!" I say, snatching the picture out of Cardan's hand and stuffing it in my pocket. "We are never talking about this again."

"Oh, honey," Vivi laughs again, throwing her arm around my shoulder. "You know that's not true." I grumble something vaguely threatening as I climb into the backseat of the car, but I know she's right. At least the photo evidence will soon be gone. I plan on burning my mugshot as soon as I can.

Later, in my rooms at the palace, I intend to do just that. Only when I check the pocket of my hoodie, it's gone. It must have fallen out in the car.

-:-:-:-:-:-

In his room, Cardan pulls out the photograph the sheriff had given him, and smooths it out. It's not very wrinkled, despite having been shoved unceremoniously into Jude's pocket. The woman herself stares up at him, holding a black placard with Duarte written in white block letters and a series of numbers beneath that. Loose strands of hair had fallen from her simple braid to frame her face, and she looks like she'd just been through a battle. Cardan supposes that wasn't far from the truth. Despite her apparent disarray at the time of her arrest, she manages to somehow look both imperious and sullen at the same time. Cardan grins at the image, knowing that Jude might actually kill him if she knew he had it.

Some months later, when she is in the middle of carving a space for herself in his room (their room, he corrects himself), Cardan is proven right.

"Are you serious?" she demands, snatching the framed photo from among his things on the dresser. Her eyes are alight with anger when she rounds on him. Cardan only chuckles in reply.

"Well, I could hardly commission an official portrait of you without drawing some uncomfortable questions," he tells her. "Besides, I don't think any painter in Faerie or the mortal world could capture your essence quite as succinctly as this."

"Get rid of it!" Jude orders him. His wife didn't need any magical binds to get Cardan to do whatever she wanted. He would swim the entire ocean to bring her the fruit of the trees that grew in the Court of Teeth if she wanted. But in this, he would have to insist on his own way. He crosses the room and gently pulls the picture from his wife's resisting hands.

"I would sooner throw my crown in a tar pit," he tells her. At her indignant shriek, he laughs again and kisses her forehead. The novelty of having the privilege to do so hadn't yet lost it's luster, and Cardan suspected it would be a very, very long time before it did. "Have I ever told you how adorable you are when you're angry?"

"I thought I was terrifying," Jude says, crossing her arms and scowling at him. Cardan shrugs.

"Who said you couldn't be both?" He smirks at her as he goes in for the final blow, "My little lady."

Now there's a part 2

[jtweird-brainrot]

Dear Fae/fairy mythology enthusiasts,

What’s the best way to learn/study fae lore and stuff?

-With love, me

[ominous-faechild]

hypothetically speaking...

what if i posted, say, six chapters max of actual prose writing of faerie's dawn here on tumblr? 🤔

yknow. to tempt you guys over into reading the novel version when it comes out on tapas. 😉

[wikitpowers]

oh my gosh i am actually away to cry

“both of them know these are romantic feelings” :’(