long may she reign

later, we lay on the riverbank, learning the lines of each other’s bodies anew. this, and this and this. we were like gods at the dawning of the world, and our joy was so bright we could see nothing else but the other.

I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.

but the memories well up like springwater, faster than i can hold them back. they do not come as words, but like dreams, rising as scent from the rain-wet earth. this, i say. this and this. the way his hair looked in summer sun. his face when he ran. his eyes, solemn as an owl at lessons. this and this and this. so many moments of happiness, crowding forward.

“Many suspect and believe the rightful heir to the english throne is you, Mary Stuart.”

I have never been nothing. I am the blood of the Dragon

ketterdam is the capital of kerch. the city is a bustling hub for international trade and home to multiple criminal organizations.

I’m sorry, mom.

“Generally, the Scots were impressed with their Queen. She certainly cut a striking figure for, at about six feet tall, she was well above the normal height for a woman, slender, graceful, and dignified in her bearing. She had a pale complexion, frizzy auburn hair, grey or brown slanting, heavy-lidded eyes, an over-long nose inherited from her father and a ‘very sweet, very lovely’ voice; she later acquired 'a pretty Scottish accent.’ Her neck was long, her bosom like marble and her hands delicate.”

Little Women (2019) dir. Greta Gerwig