Scarlet Snake

HEHEHHE

Even when the world is cracking.. and we are bruised and breaking.. comfort is still here.

THIS DESERVES MORE VEIWS!

They say there is a garden hidden between one heartbeat and the next, a place where night gathers its last strength and the stars lean close enough to listen. In that garden stand two souls. Her heart is red, bright as a wound, cracked by the weight of everything she feels. His is purple, steady and whole, glowing with a quiet devotion he never learned how to speak. They meet only in the hours before dawn. Not because they choose to, but because the world beyond the willow has already chosen for them. She steps into the garden knowing she does not belong there—a girl made of fire in a place meant for shadows. He touches her like she is something fragile and luminous, and wishes, with a kind of desperate gentleness, that she could see herself the way he sees her. But love is not enough to save them. Not from the families who disapprove, not from the rules written long before they were born, not from the sunrise that always finds them. So they hold each other beneath the willow’s falling branches, pretending the night will stay soft forever. Pretending the world outside cannot reach them here. Pretending their hearts are not already telling the truth—one breaking, one holding steady, both aching in their own way. But dawn is a promise that never breaks. And when the first light touches the leaves, the garden begins to fade. The stars retreat. The shadows thin. And the moment they step beyond the willow’s shade, they must part—not because they want to, but because the world demands it. They walk away carrying the garden inside them, like a bruise, like a blessing, like a story that will never be finished. Two hearts. One breaking. One steady. Both doomed to remember.

THIS IS SO FREAKING CUTE

Wyvern Drawing from my mind!

Just an eye.

REMIX - NOT ALL MINE. I REPEAT, ITS A REMIX!