My favorite colors

 

Adoration eternal

He watched from the branches above. He contained a morbid ghost much like her own, and much like her stubborn refusal to relinquish the phantom, he held on for dear life. There was nothing which could remove him from the darkness-no colour of brighter things. The Raven was a beacon, watching over the tossing seas. He was a lovely dark thing, a forever imprint, even beyound this world into the next.

Feathershal

 

 

She’s back there waiting, me thinks. Nah…just kidding. She’s always been waiting with me and watching the winking stars. We lay together, on the grass, blades frosted with tomorrow’s maybes. Yeah, that’s us there - me, the shadow, and the faerie. 

I understand now. We die together.

She doesn't need a villain filter.