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Radio Romance by Mashrou' Leila

So, I’ve just read the new chapter of this fic that I love and I’ve been bawling my eyes out. The non-linear process of healing and learning how to accept love even if you don’t feel deserving of it hits so close to home.

7th poem is from @halfof-mysoul !

Raidyn sat on the thick tree branch crisscrossed, moonlight struck his face with little to no more light than needed. It's cold, winds of icicles beating his skin, his bare hands tightened, the wings of his feather fell down with neshness.

The gang was sleeping quite... soundly below, the fire gradually growing smaller. With this, there was barely any light to see anything, not even the moon could bring them enough light. But this wind was a blessing, oh, it really was. In the morning the sun peaking through the forest glades were enough to make everything heat up, weary legs, aching arms, heaving breaths, furrowed eyes, and sweat sticking out freshly from their foreheads.

"Hoy," A voice called him and a flurry of wings rustled from behind the tree branch.

The man cracked his knuckles. "Hoy yourself." He whispered with a smile that Jayce couldn't see. "How did you make it out of the dark?"

Jayce scoffed, scratching the back of his wings, and settling himself comfortably down the thick tree branch. He was quite sure that they'll fall any second. "With my eyes, of course."

Raidyn's brows crept up his forehead. "I thought you were partially blind."

"Partially," The boy's mouth twitched upward, he breathed in the cool air. "Your sibling was crying herself to sleep again."

"Who?"

Silence.

"Well, Ryna, who else?" Jayce clicked his tongue with annoyance. He said it like that without hesitation.

"Uhm," The man started, his hand on his chin, demanding and thinking hard, his mind elsewhere. "Zer and Deborah and Kaori and—"

"I mean your biological sibling." He interrupted, as though exhausted with him, but Jayce could never be exhausted with people like them, no, especially them.

Raidyn sighed. "I... I have to go some time, y'know?" He apologetically said, he didn't really think about saying it like this, tonight. This night where everything is meant to be savored, taken in with a rest.

"But she loves you," Jayce protested, the faintest smile of his lips disappeared. "I mean," He cleared his throat. "I do too, we all love each other, or at least that's what I think, even though I..." His voice faded, and Raidyn could see him shrug from the dark.

A long, thick silence that finished Jayce's speech brought courage to his lungs again. "I'll remember you," He said. "No homo."

Raidyn snickered quietly, his chest heaving up and down, before he spoke. “I’ll remember. And you’ll remember, because you’ll be alive to do so.” Then his head lowered at the now sleeping Ryna. "All of you will."

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Here's a quick little drabble of my OCs'. Not my best writing because I'm still a wreck at the moment, anyway, thank you to @sleepyprompts for sparking an idea in my brain. It's been a while since my fingers stretched this much, so thank you <33

btw, don't be afraid to give constructive criticism, it helps a ton!!

Prompt #701

“I’ll remember. And you’ll remember, because you’ll be alive to do so.”

I can sleep in a bed full of clothes, but I can't sleep in a house full of hatred. If someone loves you, they will not go the length to make you feel unloved, unworthy, uncared, unforgiving I can't sleep in the soft mattress, for it retches in the smell of anger: a Father's anger: a Mother's ravage: I can sleep in a bed with no mattress, just wood.

Even trees hold more peace when they're dead, than you have held in the time of your wake.

You are now Din Grogu, Mandalorian apprentice.

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In another universe, I wasn’t afraid of change. I’m not afraid when that door cracks open. I would’ve stayed by your side, like the older twin sister I’m supposed to be, and held your hand. 

In another universe, you wouldn’t look at me with disgust and betrayal beneath the iris of your eyes. You still hold that kindness. You still consider my your twin sister.

Actually, I think it's okay. It's fine like this.