ecstaticunicorns's Literatures

There is a house deep in the forest that wears a cloak of death and there is a woman with a clockwork stomach who has watched it for eternity.

Violet starts strumming again, and she opens her mouth and starts singing, and she closes her eyes. And so she doesn’t see the way Aria looks at her, starstruck.

The night outside Honeycomb’s room is cold, which is why he’s turned up the heating and is now cuddled up next to Den under a blanket. The lights are off, but he’s turned on the fairy lights that are strung across the room. Den’s turned a few of the lights pink, and Honeycomb can’t stop looking at the way the pastel lights reflect off his face.

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also i wrote this years ago so keep that in mind lol