#ngl i cried a little on my last readthrough

[spellmage]

He would simply have to kill anything that was not him, to carefully carve around the edges of himself until he was just free enough to slip through. It would have been easier to give up, but he needed to live to prove that he could.

A reflection on a life spent under the thumb of other people; Of killings, ghosts, houses that are not homes, and the driftwood that piles up in the absence of feeling.

#hey look i posted a fic (that isn't a fic) for the first time in uhhh three months #please read the tags on this before/if you decide to read #hey guys is it obvious that i really like woods of ypres yet ? #i'm very nervous about sharing this one actually it uhh. it consumed me #ngl i cried a little on my last readthrough #we stay silly #mage fics