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[Jambound] The Wolf & The Lamb

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"Lamb, tell me a story.

There was once a pale man with dark hair who was very lonely.[...] He took an axe and split himself in two. Right. Down. The middle.

So he would always have a friend?

So he would always have a friend."

—Kindred, League of Legends

Physically? I am sitting in my bedroom. Mentally? Spiritually? I AM DEAD ON THE FLOOR!!!!! THESE TWO HAVE KILLED ME!!!!

(Another drawing! This was originally attempt #1 at drawing stan, and then fiddleford just showed up. Kinda feels like them five minutes after the above acting like nothing happened though, so it works sdjkgkjfshj)

Just because I love you, doesn't mean that's enough for anything.

I adore you, I always will. Goodness knows why I do.

After every little betrayal, after every little hurt. After every person gone, after every person come.

I long for you. More than words will ever tell.

Im not good at being older than I am. I'm not an "old soul" nor am I any ounce of mature. I'm aware of that. Very much aware. But im also aware that I love you. Which is why you're not here now. Because I won't let you hurt yourself. Because I love you. I will love you forever until the day I perish.

God, do I miss you. Do you miss me, too? Or are you still angry at me?

Great soup even

When two characters are dancing around their very obvious feelings for one another. And it’s the night before the big fight. Either of them could very well die. They both know this. One confesses their feelings, the one who’s usually so quiet, so pent up because this love isn’t something they think they deserve. And the other is overjoyed, ready to catch up on years spent pining hopefully from the sidelines. And then the battle happens. The confessor nearly dies. It comes to light they only confessed because they fully intended to die and didn’t want their lover to not know how they really felt. So now they have to navigate this aftermath. How do you deal with knowing your lover loves you, but not enough to live for you? Good soup….

— Fyodor Dostoevsky, Crime and Punishment