- The spark. The missing. The piece that fit. That would make me fit. Because you didn’t want…I can’t. Not with you looking.
I dreamed of killing you. I think they were dreams. So weak. Did you make me weak? Thinking of you, holding myself and spiling useless buckets of salt over your…Ending?
Angel, he should’ve warned me. Makes a good show, but forget it, it’s here, in me. All the time. The spark.. I wanted to give you what you deserve. And i got it. They put the spark in me and now all it does…Is burn.
- Your soul.
after what feels like literally the longest week of my life working on it my marauder’s map dress for leakycon is DONE!! as a side note, i literally never want to use another fine point sharpie in my life.