batmansrobyn:tinymediaempire:“you have a wanderlust growing in your bones…” “…or is the dying little
batmansrobyn:tinymediaempire:“you have a wanderlust growing in your bones…” “…or is the dying little light of the soul”just the line art.the lights have gone out, which is annoying. she’s midway through her second—or is it third? fourth? she’s lost track—book, but now the lights have gone out and she should probably go socialize for a little bit. the house is darkened when she steps out into the hall. huh. that’s odd. maybe a circuit has flipped? she opens the curtains and the light of the moon is bright enough that she makes her way through the house without any trouble until—oh. until she runs into the gaping hole where the drawing room used to be. this is. well. this is certainly something new. she backtracks to the library. she knows she should be feeling anxious or frightened, or something along those lines. all she can muster is a sort of vague curiosity. the lights are still off, but she knows the room well enough that she doesn’t need her sight in order to cross without issue. she opens the curtains and orange flickering light streams in, and she understands: she won’t be going anywhere ever again. -- source link