Idk if any of yall are interested in TMA fic, but I figure if I’m going to post the link to this anywhere, it ought to be here– this blog already deals with some pretty heavy stuff in my writing, so this is unlikely to be anything new– but reader discretion is advised for the content warnings!
The birds are too loud. That’s Jon’s first critique of the garden that Hopworth left behind– beyond the obvious, of course, the twisting, tortured creations that groan with the sickly breeze. But the birds were supposed to be nice, and instead their music just grates, jarring as ice-water on a summer day. The sound of it sits askew just below his collarbone, and he wishes they would stop.
Somehow he likes that even less.