HERE IS THE PICTURE BY ITSELF BTW
AT THE END OF STAR SLAYER KOKO AND RICHARD ADOPT THIS BIG NERD BABY AND THEY GO ON ADVENTURES TOGETHER AND RICHARD LEARNS HOW TO BRAID HAIR WITH ONE HAND AND HE GETS REALLY GOOD AT IT SO WHENEVER PATRICIA GETS ALL WORKED UP LIKE SHE ALWAYS DOES HE’LL SIT HER DOWN AND BRUSH HER HAIR AND THEY’LL BAKE BREAD TOGETHER AND KOKO WILL TEACH HER HOW TO SPAR AND STUFF AND THEY’LL GO HORSEBACK RIDING THROUGH THE MOUNTAINS AND ON WEEKEND ALL THREE OF THEM WILL GO TO THE MARKET AND BUY GROCERIES THIS IS MY HAPPY FAMILY STORY YES
I MEAN TO STICK THIS IN MY QUEUE
whisper one of my favorite things to do it essentially bury David in compliments and tell him how cute he is all the time because his reaction is adorable and hehehe
but seriously he’s wicked cute aaaannd he’s someone who should be told that more often because wow A+ cutie would smooch a lot.
AND LIKE, HIM BEING HELLA CUTE IS LIKE A BONUS HONESTLY BECAUSE HE’S SO SWEET AND CARING TO BEGIN WITH LIKE IT SEEM SO HARD TO GET HIM MAD AND STUFF and whenever I get worked up about something he’s mad patient and I just really appreciate that and bwuahh.
And like, anything he does he does with this really strong conviction which I really admire. He’s very clearly defined in his passions and he works really hard towards them.
ALSO WE LIKE P MUCH THE SAME STUFF AND WE’RE PRETTY COMPLIMENTARY WHICH IS REALLY COOL JUST SAYING
DAVID IS A MAJOR HOTTIE GOOD JOB ME, DAMN.
PS EVERYONE GO TELL DAVID HOW CUTE HE IS BECAUSE HE DOESN’T GET TOLD THAT ENOUGH
LIKE REALLY WE’RE TALKIN’ BOOTY YOU COULD BOUNCE A COIN OFF OF DAAAAAAMMNN
He had never seen anyone quite like her before.
She was different, but not in any of the storybook ways, no fair voice or complexion, no titillating curves or edgy personality. She was not hardened by the world nor ignorant of it.
She looked sincere, he thought. Maybe that’s what it was.
He felt it very unnecessary to study her from across the room, but he was aware of the compromising position it would put him in-he didn’t want to meet her, just observe- so he resigned himself to his books and photographs, and text messages from his mother, who had a far more active social life than he. And that’s the way it would be, he supposed.
She drank water like she belonged under it, like gills were meant to interrupt the stretch of her neck and flap as she moved. Her eyes round in the way most innocents look, but there was an intelligence about her that he couldn’t place. A quiet one, but hadn’t it been said that the quiet ones were the most dangerous?
She noticed right away that she was being watched.
It didn’t take her long to realize the scrawny hawk-nosed boy sitting at the window. She was taken with how observant he seemed, yet how his eyes were clouded with other things. He was terribly obvious, didn’t you think?
She saw him peer over his book, curious but cautious. She felt unsettled by his gaze but not entirely uncomfortable. Just… like he knew things he wasn’t supposed to. He was wirey, like a pair of tights filled with bones and he shivered like a baby bird all bundled up in scarf and coat. He looked the way most heroes looked- at the very beginning anyway- bright and full of promise. But he had a lingering cowardice about him. A “I know who you are but I’m to scared to move”. She didn’t enjoy it very much.
She downed her glass and followed his eyes as they moved up and down her neck. She heard him swallow hard which made her laugh.
So the little hawk had only just started to see.
all I want in life is to grow up and move to a small city/large town and buy a two to three story old house with a winding staircase and an attic with large windows and have tea every morning with breakfast in plaid pajama pants overlooking my small herb garden on the windowsill and go to work doing something I love and coming home to overstuffed armchairs and homemade popcorn and to fall in love with someone and be heartbroken and then get back together and get married and have daughters named willow and ivy who I can raise to be little witches and pass on all my knowledge to and take care of them and get them ready for prom and be sad but excited when they move out and then grow old with the love of my life on our front porch with wind chimes and rocking chairs and quilts. that is what I want.
the worst is having a dream where someone loves you and you can practically feel them touching you and it feels so real and then you wake up and it’s like the life is being sucked out of you and the happiness just drains out of your body and you feel empty again