Deepwood Weald [m] aloe vera

shame coiled in his throat, sat heavy on the throne of his heart.

sin whispered into his heavy ears, worship whispered into the depths of his belly. his mind shifted to uncomfortable places but still he did not pull away.

bartholomew was a man weak of flesh, even if his spirit was unbendable.

i reside on an island, he answered. then sheepishly, head tilted to the side with his chin upward ever so slightly. as if presenting himself like some sort of show animal. can you smell the salt?