'Ello, I'm Iris, forever 25y.
Tea drinker, naturelover, seeking and capturing the fantasy in life, most of the time in words and daydreams. Warning, this blog contains lots of Bowie, Muse and basically anything I like, so have fun! X.
“You can call me Rowan. That’s all you need to know.” He cocked his head to the side, a predator assessing his prey. “Thank you for the oil,” he added. “My skin was a little dry.”
For her, it’s been burning. For him, it’s finally igniting.
( And actually his candle is already low and a liiittttle bit lit, implying the love was always there, burning so low as to not be noticed, but surely burning nonetheless 🔥♥️ )