sieveminded

you don't remember what happened
what you remember becomes what happened

"i’m a crimson stain and no wind can dry me"

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A quick sketch since the combination of “Buffet Froid” and “Ravenstag” by Halia Meguid has me overwhelmed with feelings for Will. (Someone give that poor boy a hug!) And if you haven’t heard “Ravenstag” yet, go take a listen.

MM