profoundlycan

Serendipity Darkness is drawn to silence. And how silent it was in that house, how the rooms were far too big and far too spacious to feel anything like home. The darkness seemed to thrive in the quiet, staunching the corners of the rooms with ugly black nothingness that threatened to seep into her head as soon as she blew the pretty red candles out. She combed the sea salt from her hair with a Southern Water Tribe brush. She was struck with an unwanted memory at the sight of it- the memory was sepia and almost faded now, chipped at the edges and scratched like an old painting. She had wanted to shut the memory away in some mental bottom d