In one step I caught him up. I enfolded him in my arms as the wolf gamboled about us like a puppy. “Oh, Fool,” I choked. “It cannot be you yet it is. And I do not care how.” He threw his arms around my neck. He hugged me fiercely, Burrich’s earring pressing cold against my neck.
its been a hot minute since i last posted art but im back at it again with the pair of Fools in Love
Kill the idea that naivety is an unforgivable flaw but cynicism is just wisdom, murder it, chop it up and serve it for dinner, I don’t care, just end this bullshit idea that it’s better to hate than to love and better to rot in miserable bitter resignation than to hope for the best.
Loki: Yeah, that’s what we’re doing. In our very limited free time, we took a class on a very outdated, very unnecessary form of communication just so we could talk about you in front of you.
Fitchivalry's Fool 