“ I can weave threads of myself into a tapestry already designed by others. ”
That's why literature is so fascinating. It's always up for interpretation, and could be a hundred different things to a hundred different people. It's never the same thing twice.
~ Sara Raasch
I know he sees it, because for the briefest moment he drops his expressionless mask and the look in his eyes shows me he feels the same way. A mirror of every part of myself I can't bear to face.
A Winterian wielding an Autumnian weapon, using Cordellan allegiance to bring Spring crumbling down.
I know there are things you aren’t telling me. Big things…Sir, I will find out. I only hope your reasoning is good enough for me to forgive you.
