sun tailor


Modern AU: The Sun Summoner, The Tailor, The Squaller and The Warrior.

 I am not ruined. I am ruination.

I am a soldier of the Second Army. This is where I belong.

I am the Sun Summoner. It gets dark when I say it does.

I am a warrior. I am nearly as dangerous with a saber, a pistol or my bare hands.


“I don’t want to wear this anymore,” I pleaded. “It’s a servant’s uniform.”
“It’s a soldier’s uniform. […] You are a soldier. You could be my greatest soldier. And if you stay, if you can endure this, one day all will know it.” He lifted my chin with his finger. […] “I can promise you safety,” he said. “Or I can promise to see your suffering repaid a thousandfold.” With the pad of his thumb, he brushed a stray tear from beneath my eye. “You decide, Genya.” 

Leigh Bardugo, The Tailor



Again, I was looking for the Japanese Gardens, and couldn’t find them. But I did find a vast park with lots of trees and huge areas covered with grass and nice roads curved in them, people biking and playing with their dogs or eating lunch or reading a book. It was gorgeous, and welcoming, and the weather was perfect, and for a minute there, things seemed possible. Oh, sun, don’t ever go away.

I also got myself new earrings yesterday, couldn’t resist them. Not 1000 paper cranes, but two are enough for some good luck.  

[There’s no haste, we’ll get there, it’s our way to be free.]