caspian matteo alexander. xxviii. they/them. tender, optimistic, whimsical writer-boy. lover of the written word, soft blankets, and their friends.

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• nos4a2, joe hill
  • "her father walked out with the pail of sick. he came back with a glass of ice water. she drank half in three swallows. it was so cold it set off a fresh shivering fit. chris pulled the blankets up around her again, put his hand on her shoulder, waiting for the chill to pass. he didn't move. he didn't talk. it was calming just to have him there, to share in his easy, self-assured silence, and in almost no time at all she felt herself sliding down into sleep." (p. 33)
  • "'hey,' he said. 'hey. i won't let anything bad happen to you. you're all right now. i've got your back.'" (p. 181)
  • "she loved wayne too much to press the pedal to the floor and go flying into the darkness. she'd thought love had something to do with happiness, but it turned out ..._she_ was the one who had been fed." (p. 199)