Calverus's Literatures

Lysander was prolific, and in the nights where he could not sleep, he drew upon the walls the shadows of his mind. Rich black ink danced like shadows, beasts and birds waiting for their master to come home.

The discordance of expectation and reality, the memories of loss and losing again.

Title lyrics from Shrike by Hozier

Cal's pace was slower than usual, and his eyes lingered on mine before he disappeared. As if he suspected. As if he knew. But the moment passed like the flap of a butterfly wing.

The door slammed, leaving me alone in the silence.

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A hunger games universe blend where Lysander takes out tesserae and tries to keep it from his younger brother.

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Or, wintertime, brothers, and the secrets they keep from each other.