𝒔𝒍𝒐𝑎𝑛𝑒.

my skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel.

maybe it's the changing of the seasons, or maybe it's a sign.

heroes never cry.

cold——blooded & perfect.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝙪𝙣𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙮 lies the head that wears a 𝖈𝖗͟𝖔͟𝖜͟𝖓.⠀ ⠀