“Oh, you poor, stupid fool… it should have been me. It was supposed to be me.”
Finished! Maker, I love this pairing, and it’s all autumnyte’s fault. So this is for her, because of that and because she is an amazing and wonderful person.
blargh never again the lyrium-vein timeshawkeward is the cruelest rogue i know, always hitting below the belt with these pieces, with these concepts, with a tenacious glow in the midst of so much darkness. but it’s what hawkeward turns on its head—the danger in the light, the comfort in the shadows—that makes every piece so strong, challenging what’s safe, questioning justice itself, always pulling the rug out from beneath our feet. what might have been; what is and what isn’t. the way the fade light glistens like tears; how even an intimate embrace is off-set by the fact that they aren’t meeting one another’s eyes.
I was waiting for this, and it certainly does not disappoint. It is more than beautiful, more than stunning, more than gorgeous. I wish I knew a proper word for it. <3
