⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ 𝔞𝔰𝔩𝔞𝔫; ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣

⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣. . . 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘦, ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ 𝘸𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯. . .

i'm too familiar with what heartbreak does to a person. i see it in my father everytime i look at him.

how much of myself can i carve away and still remain in control?

ᅠ ᅠ﹙ just decapitated a training dummy then flung his sword in a grumpy action. ﹚ ᅠ

there was no part of him that was not broken, that had not healed wrong, and there was no part of him that was not stronger for having been broken.

ᅠ 𝖎 am the 𝖇𝖔𝖞 that 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘴 him, i can clearly 𝐬𝐞𝐞, but the 𝖑𝖎𝖔𝖓 that 𝒔𝒂͟𝒗͟𝒆͟𝒔 him is ʙʟᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ for 𝒎𝒆 .ᐟ ᅠ

𝗂'𝗏𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 been 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥. 𝘪 tired, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 fragments 𝘰𝘧 𝖒𝖞𝖘𝖊𝖑𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖙𝖔𝖔, 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘴 awaiting 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸.

ᅟ ᅟ ᅟa quiet breath left him, lips pressing lightly in a soft thin line as eyes fell to the snow underneath his feet. “ no, i suppose they’re not. ” returning his attention to the great lion, peter gave a slightly - ᅟ ᅟᅟᅟᅟᅟ ᅟ

ᅟ ᅟ ᅟ“ i half expected to see you again during the spring, ” the high king muttered as he came across the lion through the frosted forest. ᅟ ᅟᅟᅟᅟᅟ ᅟ