ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈. ☀︎︎

― Andrei Tarkovsky, Time Within Time

┈⠀THE⠀HEART⠀EATER⠀.ᐟ #ocrp ⠀#mvrp⠀┊⠀pinned.⠀

"Asleep? Will you . . wake up again?" He questioned, appearing to fret for reasons unapparent; concern painted upon otherwise vacant features.

Sat within the garden, wings unfurled — sunning dark feathers.

Instantly, relief — and he appears to relax, whatever concerns he might have had fading just as quickly as morning dew beneath the sun. "It is of little consequence. Shall I stay, then?" He asked, not wishing to disturb her comfort.

|| him wholly believing that his master will one day 'wake up' from his deathbed, and that causing him to become worried when he witnesses other people going to sleep ❤️‍🩹

"Very well." He replied, expression adopting a softer air as he settled in. Truly, he did not mind acting as a faux pillow for a time — he'd likely stay until they decided to rise, however long it took. "I wish you a restful slumber. Until you wake, then."

"I find warm days most pleasant."

"The moon will be waxing this evening."

"It has been raining for days. It makes me wonder if it might never stop at all."

i dream of massacres. / i am a garden of black and red agonies.

Sat upon one of the garden's stone benches, gently cradling a large, still crow against broad chest. The creature has long-since passed, and yet he seems reluctant to part with it.

how long ago did i die? where was i buried?

Ruffling feathers.

even you, who's forever cold, will find someone who will keep you warm.

"I spoke again with the birds today. They spoke fondly of the town beyond the trees, and how it is vast and full of life and noise. It all sounds like far too much excitement for me."