like an icarus who flew too close to the sun; i was scorched and broken; and now all i see are the ashes of my tortured heart // chronicled by alixander
DARLING OPEN YOUR EYES LET ME SHOW YOU THE LIGHT YOU MAY NEVER FIND A LOVE THATS RIGHT
The king sniffed and tried to not cry. He failed not two seconds later before he held up John’s blue jacket. One of the buttons had fallen off when jungle man was playing with it. “I-I hurt it a-and I can n-n-not fix it now.”
john buried his surprise, and giggles from bubbling over. obviously this was no laughing matter to the king, he genuinely though he hurt his jacket. he gave the man a patient smile, running his fingers through the locks of thick brown hair “hey… my king, its alright, i can fix it… you didn’t hurt it…”
