Please note that this is a very basic overview of the index in my Book of Shadows. For each bullet point is at least one page of information in my BoS.
I am only about halfway through recording information into my BoS; so as time goes on and as I learn more about the craft / my path this order may change. Also, if you feel I have missed anything please let me know !
I wanted Abe and the Princess to be in a blue and golden world when they met. The map shop, which is the main set in the Troll Market, is designed to have only those colours in there. It’s very Moorish in design but Elli Griff was also very careful in designing any motif having to do with celestial maps or maps of the Earth or particular geographical places and they are all in the troll language. - Guillermo del Toro
Shiro’s room is dark; light wasn’t needed where he’d been
sleeping and regaining his strength for the past few quintants. Keith quietly
enters the room and the doors close behind him, and the room goes dim but it
doesn’t matter—even with low visibility, even if it was the entire galaxy with
far off stars as his only source of light, he’d still find Shiro.
Shiro’s snoring lightly, his chest rising and falling under
the sheets at a steady pace. In the stillness, Keith wonders what dreams he’s
seeing, what memories visit him when he closes his eyes. He wonders about what
Shiro has faced, what challenges he’s had to endure to get into the shape he’s
It still feels surreal – losing him, finding him, losing him
again and desperately searching for no specific coordinates within a vast
registry of a celestial map for any sign of him until Black finally locked on
to his location. It almost seems like a dream just watching Shiro back on his
bed and staying in the same room as him, breathing in the same space as him.
Just a little touch, he swears, just the back of his fingers
along the side of Shiro’s face, just to feel the growing stubble lining his
jaw. Just a little look, only close enough to hear him breathing, close enough
to see the face he keeps seeing in his own dreams. Just a light kiss on chapped
lips, enough to feel Shiro’s familiar warmth, just a quick moment of their
Almost immediately, Keith recoils, his chest pounding madly.
Shiro stirs, and Keith catches his gasp in his palm and Shiro doesn’t move
anymore after that but that’s not what’s gotten the red paladin so suddenly
worked up. Suddenly, Keith feels like he’s about to fold into himself, his
lungs want to go on overdrive, his eyes feel like burning and his knees are
failing and all he could do is move back, move away from this unexpected gush
of unfamiliarity and uncertainty, of a sudden realization that something is
terribly wrong, that a large part of him is still missing after all, that he
failed to bring Shiro back.
His shoulders hit the wall and he falters, he needs
somewhere, someone to hold onto but there’s none, he holds himself instead
because there’s only darkness and air and an empty space between him and the
Shiro who has made it back to this bed. His cheeks feel wet and warm, his
throat full of hiccups and lodged with silent screams as he lets his deep misery
drench the fabric of his pants. His chest hurts, his lower lip hurts from his
own teeth, his head his stomach, everything hurts.