“He focused on Luke once again, and saw his son was crying. Yes, that was it; he was tasting the boy’s grief – because he looked so horrible; because he was so horrible.
“But he wanted to make it all right for Luke, he wanted Luke to know he wasn’t really ugly like this, not deep inside, not altogether. With a little self-deprecatory smile, he shook his head at Luke, explaining away the unsightly beast his son saw. ‘Luminous beings are we, Luke – not this crude matter.’”
Sure thing sure thing~~
I’m so attracted to the thought of Julian sniffing and whining softly bc his fever is fucking him up, and Randy telling him stories, singing lullabies and running his hand through his hair and forehead, kissing him and telling everything will be fine~
Then they both fall asleep bc they’re utterly exhausted
graphics and edits; brothers » we won’t stop dreaming by pinkzebra
↳ Look ahead, we can see forever. You and me, doing it together. Light it up, we can be a million stars. Look at us, don’t you see we’ve come so far, we’ve come so far. This is our place in the human race.