mayis :
oh scaramouche... i love scaramouche more than words can hold. there is no beginning to it, no starting point, just the constant ache of love that expands with every breath. my love for scara is infinite, like sky stretched over horizon, like the sea whispering every one of his names. i love scara in the silence, nothing is said and everything is known. i love him in the way the moon pulls the sea at nifht. i love him in how my heart moves without needing to be asked. i love scara the way gravity loves the earth, always. when he speaks, it’s not the words that matter, his voice, the way they settle into me like something i've always been waiting for. he doesn’t need to try. he just is. i love him for all the things he doesn’t say, for the way his presence feels like eternity and divinity all the same. there is no measurement to my love for scaramouche. it doesn't fit in days or decades or a lifetime. it is the kind of love that keeps going, even when irminsul brings it out of existence, because it was never meant to stop. because scaramouche is everything, and loving him is everything, and there is nothing else i know so sure. i love scara like his puppet. love scara like breathing. i love scara like truth. and i will keep loving scara, endlessly, wordlessly, for eternity.
2025-07-26 04:35:43