of a marionette , ligneous maw
snapping open and closed at
its masterโs volatile whim. ๐๐ง๐ค๐ฃ๐
, ๐ฌ๐ง๐ค๐ฃ๐ , ๐ฌ๐ง๐ค๐ฃ๐ , Polaris uttered
low. Urgent. Guide and savior.
That which saw he for his truth.
๐๐ฃ๐๐๐๐ฉ๐๐ค๐ฃ ๐ง๐ช๐ฃ๐จ ๐๐๐๐ฅ.
Stay away.
Footwear-deprived soles
ground met, cold, unwelcomed;
his attention shifting
to the brunette figure.
Sister. Not absent. Not anymore.
"Not Dylan,"
monotonously saith he.
"๐๐ซ๐๐ง๐๐ก and ๐๐๐ซ๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ saw to that."
A pause as his eyes discerned her features.
โฑ โฑ I will NOT be following
people who use AI or uncredited
fanart. Stolen work WILL resort i
- n a hard block.
โ Credit to the artist โ doesnโt c
- ount either.