#he’s literally changed jonathon’s clothes and come into his room to steal things

[remembersunflowers]

i am sure that if Jonathan had access to a mirror;

he would see a fresh wound upon his neck- red, irritated, with a fleck of dried blood on his collar

he would see a version of himself that has been denied true restful sleep, experienced the horrors, and unimaginable stress

he would see the dimming hope in his eyes, a candle lit for a love he may never see again that’s growing darker …

Oh, what a foul bauble of vanity those mirrors are, what wickedness they reveal in their silver depths