𝕽EGAL EG͟O ╱ HEAVEN—𝑺𝐄𝐍𝐓 .ᐟ

we have built cathedrals out of spite and splintered bone. of course they aren't pretty, nothing holy ever is —

whaddya mean "where are my clothes"?? uldren this is the BEACH. it's HOT. i think it's the perfect time to take my shirt off, no?

why is everyone at the beach staring at me. i can't look THAT bad

i learned quickly that blood is not always thicker than water. sometimes, the people that care for us the most are the people we least expect.

HEY. THIS DIDNT HAPPEN

no you don't otherwise you would've joined me in the sand. whatever. i'll have fun ALONE then.

so you hate fun. of course you hate fun. that's all you ever do. shit on me and my fun. for once i would appreciate it if you could just say "wow guardian that's really cool" but NO it's always "what the fuck are you doing guardian" like shut the FUCK up, let me do what i want.

what's wrong with a little wet sand...

( shooting their head up like a dog ) ULDREN!!! HI!!!

ough.... sand.....

wait. no!!! um. ( fiddling with fingers. ) ⁱ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ ʷʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵃⁱᵈ ʷᵃˢ ʰᵒᵗ. ᶜᵃⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ᵈᵒ ⁱᵗ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ.

what? nothing. anyways!

that was hot can y ⸻ never mind.