Wander and Sylvia's friendship, for the aesthetic meme :3c
Aaaaaaa, thank you Chrissie, this is a lot
Hands clasped tightly. The soft opalescence of the skin of a bubble, of mother-of-pearl, of distant moonlight. Comfortable vastness, a warm chasm. Being alone, being a small speck, but not being lonely. The sudden rush of a good deed, the feeling of floating, floating, floating without pain to bring you down. Fur. Lanternlight at dawn. Trust.