We were cut off from the comprehension of our surroundings; we glided past like phantoms, wondering and secretly appalled, as sane men would be before and enthusiastic outbreak in a madhouse. We could not understand because we were too far and could not remember, because we were travelling in the night of first ages, of those ages that are gone, leaving hardly a sign–and no memories.
Midnight is his to command. or maybe the other way around. Trollhunters AU where Jim gets corrupted by the darklands and turns into a cute troll with anger management issues…his clothes don’t fit him either but he gets told he’s p cute anyway by other trolls/friends :)c