#☼( ...ʜᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ [dolcetters] )

[cromwellharvests]

@dolcetters​ said:  first thing he noticed was the lack of cold spots, and how the dogs almost immediately stopped whatever nervous jitters he may have had or usually has. kind of the feeling you get after spending hours in a cold room and stepping out into sunlight for the first time. the sense that "this one... she's genuine, and i think i'm safe around her".

what’s the first thing your muse noticed about mine?

while every experience is different, you come to know that look in people’s eyes— the ones that have seen more than their share of tragedy, of the cruelty this world has to offer. in a way, he is the reason why she glows with that low-kindled fire, soft and slight, because she learned early on in life that it was better to be a warmth which could soothe than the blaze which scours. not the harsh, glaring sunlight at noon baring down relentlessly on those trapped under it, but the soft rays of early morning, filtered through the curtains, the leaves, the mountains which carve the horizon...

at the very least, it suits her better.

to create that sense of safety, so that no-one has to be on their guard all the time. to reinstill the idea that, though this world remains full of jagged edges and those who would drive you against them... it isn’t all that way.