The Spanish moss drifted faintly in the dying breath of the wind, draped in the final whispers of the twilight yearning. I sighed, you took my hand, the moon curdled above; you began to change your shape, all fur and fang and ancient longing, but I didn't see - I was blind, heedless to the flesh, and we were more than our bones. Not long after, we were gone.
Hello, my name is Blair (They/Them pronouns), and I try to remember to write sometimes. I'd like to have some of my work here to encourage myself to keep writing and give myself a place (and permission) to share what I'm currently working on. I am an occultist and Gothic enthusiast, and I have a great too many influences to list any one artist or creator.
Thanks for reading, and be well. Our time in this world is not forever. What will we do, with this time that we have together?
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