I love watching Zephyr’s development, and am honored to be a part of it! <3 “His legs ache and his chest burns, and the distance he has put between himself and his home has lodged itself in his heart like a burning knife.” Adore this line :heart_eyes:

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I don’t know a ton about Zeph but there’s sm depth in this post <3 poor thing

The feels you write are almost too good cuz they hurt so much <3 I love Zephyr.

crie s

it's impressive and inspiring to see how zephyr's ever changing and chaotic life has affected him thus far. i love how raw and emotional each scar is. it's rly intriguing to see him react to each obstacle! i especially love this post for how his dream (nightmare?) was written <3

Thanks for breaking my heart :( This whole thread has been a wild ride of development and I am so proud that we were able to get through it! I adore Zeph a lot. This post particularly rly hit home <3

I tried resisting giving more kudos for about five seconds, but this line made me smile and laugh so much; “A deep rumble starts to grow in his chest immediately, voice purposefully pitched a little lower as he tries to channel his inner Kratos, if he has one of those — he thinks so, after how much time they've spent in each other's personal space.” I love it!

;_; my heart

cries forever

i love your imagery, and how well this flows

lolllll

This is so beautiful ;-;

I love how you included the bit about Kratos coming back for a hot minute and how, instead of just writing it off, you portrayed it as Zephyr hallucinating.

murder tooth tango -- thank u for the spree <3

watch how hard I can cry

So darn precious! Mad respect-- emotions are so hard to write. Zeph deserves alll the sparks of happiness!

LUUUUV

love this <3

"Something about this stranger is terribly off in a way that both repulses him and draws him in — and suddenly, he doesn't care whether he hates him or not. All he cares about is finding out what fuels all this dark, childish rage. It reminds him of himself in so many ways, he can't help his fascination.", or, when the dysfunction, twisted fascination, and repulsion hit just right.

"When the conversation ends in whatever, there's no hope of fixing the situation. But maybe Daighre doesn't care about that. It seems clear to Zephyr by now that the blonde boy will only accept things that are absolutely perfect by his standards, smooth without a hitch. That might be less baffling if his standards were anything close to the norm. Frankly, Zephyr has little investment at this point. He just can't pull himself away — like watching a car crash, knowing full well you have no desire to see the mangled aftermath." When your character wonderfully and delightfully gets read to absolute filth. Also, that last line, with its metaphor and imagery.

T______T

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WELP. GREAT TIMING THERE, BUDDY.

HAH. GOTEM.

This is so gorgeous. You have such a skill with words. I could envision every sentence. <3

really lovely , like artwork in words

Take my goddamn kudos just take it ;-;

I can't even. There's so much wonderful imagery here, and this is so deep, and I just aalgskjaslg

just wow

woah

"He thinks of Alessia — of the void she'd left in him from such a young age, the hole carved in his heart by every unanswered 'I love you,' every small hurt she'd never calmed when he went running to her. Her coldness had rubbed off on him, planted the seed for the chaotic child he had become. And at the very end, in those last moments… she'd had nothing left to give him. No closure, no comfort; only the slow fading of a dying woman, the last remnants of warm life projected onto the only thing near enough to receive it. He hated her for it, at first. He hated her for all of it, every wound from the earliest to the very last." Beautiful, poignant, and, ultimately, heart-wrenching. He is the product of his own upbringing, seemingly very much created by everyone who abandoned him, everyone who he loved and was never loved by in return. I read the line, "Her coldness had rubbed off on him, planted the seed for the chaotic child he had become." and my heart aches for him. And now— "Every gain and loss, every tragedy and victory, every investment whether good or bad — they're all worthless, aren't they?" A journey into nihilism well spent and well documented.

"He is the ice wraith, frosted over look-alike of the boy he should have been." Stunning and poetic.

"'I was interested before — and then I wasn't, because you're an insufferable asshole. And now I just want to know what the fuck your problem is. You're the one who walked over here. You're the one who was a dick from the moment you saw me. You keep calling me crazy, but maybe you're the crazy one — you don't even know how to interact with people properly.'" When the dialogue is a perfect blend of self-projection and malicious intent but is ultimately the truth.

T_T QUIT MAKING ME CRY

wow

a literal masterpiece

<3

I love your writing sm omggg <3