Wheeling Gull Isle slow down, it’s a science.

yes! thank you for threading with me, this was fun!

the sister slumped heavy against him and his small arms pulled her into a tired embrace. he could feel himself slipping as slumber's siren song plucked at the threads of his mind. quickly they fell into the dark together, one after the other, and left undisturbed they might stay that way for hours.