i'll never wear [joining, open] your broken crown

[church grim .]

[align=center]so tie me to a post and block my ears
i can see widows and orphans through my tears

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He had stumbled across the island either by accident, or on purpose, he couldn't quite tell. One day, he woke from Bluestem, and had this urge to leave and find something else. He couldn't figure out what, but when he slipped out and came across the island, he felt a great relief.

He found his hole-ridden sneakers on a solid surface, and as his hands ran up the architecture, a chord struck in his heart. He recognized the patterns. He looked up, his wavy hair bobbing on his head as he stared up at the buildings around. He inhaled sharply. He was home. It felt like home.

He stumbled up the crumbling pieces, his blind eye not offering much for his poor hand-eye co-ordination. He was sure he must have slipped a dozen times, scraped his palms and his knees, but when he was on a flat surface, the look on his face was surly something. This felt like home.

He broke into a sprint, trying to see if he could find someone.

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and he carries the reminders, of every glove that laid him down
or cut him till he cried out, in his anger and his shame

credit @ cosmyn

[OPHELIA]

[align=center][div style="width: 350px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4; text-transform: lowercase;"]ophelia wasn't looking for a home when she came across the cult of dionoysus. she had wanderlust coursing through her veins from a young age, a strong desire to just pack everything up and explore the world and everything it had to offer. she had only planned on staying for a few nights when she had arrived to the island, soon falling in love with the parties and loving atmosphere and turned a few days into a few weeks and then she had ended up pregnant, deciding that staying there would be the best bet for her unborn child.

it had been a little over a year of her being here and even though she still had the urge to explore, she was content with waiting until little somer was older.

ophelia had been walking outside, somer resting on one of her hips as the breeze lightly toyed around with her hair. her brown eyes caught onto a figuring sprinting towards them, tensing up slightly but ultimately deciding not to get too worried. "hey there, lightning mcqueen." she offered a smile. "did ya see a ghost or something?"