Have you heard of the boy who held kindness close even though anger is an option?
I have.
His eyes contained the forests that hold our life; green and nature-blessed. And, his hair remains grown, messily arranged — it contains memories, not so kind, but hopeful to the eye. The base of his cheeks are four-leaved clovers: luck, pure luck has brought him here.
I have known of him.
I have known of him. His sense of a squirrel. As they plant trees with their acorns in the soil. As he does good with anger burning in the air. As he cries, with his head upon my shoulder. Cheeks dampening the side of my shirt.
I have known.
I have known his kind smile (not forced, never forced) and I see his lips fumble, fumbling, upon the overwhelming comfort.
Stupid, stupid man. The world does not deserve his kindness, they do not deserve him, and his sense of a squirrel, and his hopeful eyes to a trivial, humane need such as comfort.
Whatever labour they have done, they brought upon this man. Of good and gold. Of nature and luck. Of peace, never-ending peace.
Of kindness over anger.
Tears in my eyes over Arthur Pendragon but what else is new
I am a firm believer that Pluto committed suicide.
⚠️ obvious warning about talks of suicide (specifically hanging)
So, we all know that Pluto manifested right after he said he was relieved. And people manifest their spectres by reliving the emotions they felt moments before their deaths. Obviously this isn’t the only sign, but a decent one.
His life wasn’t the best either from what we know. He was constantly having to worry about his father getting drunk and being extremely unpredictable, along with him wanting to escape Blackpool. A lot of his time likely went to helping his father out and trying to provide for the both of them.
Now, talking about the scene right before his spectre was revealed. The collar/belt was wrapped tight around his neck. The way it was shaped can loosely resemble a noose as well. The “SNAP” sound effect could be something as simple as the snap of a belt hitting against itself, or it could be more. It could be the sound of a neck snapping after a successful hanging.
Or I could just be grabbing at straws for angst..
Happy birthday golden boy.
that old mannnnn damn you draw henry so well
Shout out to Henry Emily, I love drawing him old and depressed