“Ah, salutations, your majesty.” He doffs an imaginary cap and tucks his arm in against his stomach, bowing so deep the tips of his frizzy hair brush the leaf litter. “Long time, no see. To what do I owe such an auspicious honor? What brings you back to my humble shop on this fine afternoon?”
Alright, here goes nothing.
“I need a favor,” Steve says.
i was gonna wait 'til i had chapter three ready before posting this, but fuck it, i'm too excited!!! the amazing, lovely, supremely talented @hellfiredemon has—ever so kind and generously—graced wound up in your heartstrings (aka guitar lessons au) with some absolutely beautiful art and i just had to share it the second i was able to!!! 😍😍😍
honest to god loved purpose is glorious track so much. In my minds eye I felt I was at the edge of the earth, overlooking the sea on a cloudy day. Looking infinitely onward.