canvasconstellations:She stitches a fabric song to keep safe from the Wednesday witch. Eight pillo
canvasconstellations: She stitches a fabric song to keep safe from the Wednesday witch. Eight pillows and a long, long blanket in the correct form and rhythm; ribbons and string pulling at the edges. A perfect fortress. She says she doesn’t know lonely, but it is twelve ribbons, you see. It is the absence of a dragon and a moat; a defenseless tower and a girl with a song. Lonely is twelve years under moondust and claws, and hope that is swallowed whole like candy in the hands of wolves. Her fabric spell casts a dream— laughter and rain-kissed skies that aren’t made of polycotton and 4am saltwater. It’s Thursday under the blanket. Or maybe Friday. She can’t quite decide. She imagines a knight, a net drama, a kiss that wakes her from her twelve-years nightmare, a riveting dance number, a dress to die for. Sunlight, and an endless happy ending. She doesn’t know just yet that her fort will crumble, yes, but there will be no song, no ribbons, no knights, Just a pretty thief, her quick wits, and a lullaby in the midnight sands and she will know what lonely is when it is gone. — what nebulae dream about For TLC Ship Weeks 2018 Week two, day eight: Free Week, non-themed Pairing: CressxThorne -- source link