The Sculptor

The Sculptor

When you live for centuries, you can see the extremities of time flowing around you. Your skin never fades, but your mind is always scratching itself with wisdom. Like sandpaper, it whittles just the top, things that aren't important to have. You find yourself carving out memories in wood and writing conversations in books. You convince yourself of the immortality of the written word, yet fail to recognize the wilting of paper.

Did you forget who they were? Who you were around them was different than who you are now. Your mind lives with termites and book worms. Faces crinkle and crack as time gives their once youthful faces wrinkles. Even fire is dangerous. Burning through a library of stories told only by yourself.

Did you know when you were young? As time speeds by, their faces get harder and harder to remember. Once they left you, once you left them. The pictures in your mind only remained for so long. Sure others could speak of them, but what happened to the words of the story? Twisted after every passing. Will they even live in the future?

You may be infinite, but your mind will forever be landscaped. Soon you will look in the mirror, and see a different person than you ever were. Your eyes are almost the same. But they’re scared. What you see is different from what you saw when you were young. Were you ever young? Or have you been stuck being fleetingly curious.

You look in the mirror at your own reflection, your own perfect body. And realize, you’ve changed. You may have forgotten them, their words barely living on paper. But you’ve found yourself able to move on. They’ve helped you through life, and living forever has never really helped anyone.

Crowley can go fuck himself

But for some reason apart of me still loves the angry crow man

*something mildly inconvenient happens*

Crowley:

hello!! can i please request a relationship hcs with silver + reader (gn)? thank you!!

A/N: Sure! Here are a few fluffy and mildly-angsty headcannons for our precious sleeping beauty. I hope you like it!

Warning: Spoilers for Silver's background!

Silver is a gentle soul. He is a good at active listening, and very observant of his surroundings. His overall goal is to become strong; however, his father raised him to believe kindness and peace are strengths in their own right.

Because of this, Silver is a very patient and considerate lover. Not a day goes by where he does not wish his partner good morning and good night. He cherishes his time and loved ones, so he goes out of his way to see them at least once a day.

He is a slow-burn at first. With his main social circle stemming from childhood, Silver does not have any experience with romance. He is not entirely oblivious. He recognizes that how he feels towards his 'friend' is special and unlike his other peers. However, Silver needs plenty of time to adjust. The pining phase is like a 200k slow-burn fanfiction, with his father being the target audience. Lilia knows his son like a book, and unfortunately (for Silver) does like to meddle.

His partner definetly receives a talk from Lilia when the relationship goes beyond puppy-love. It's nothing threatening, because the man trusts his son's judgement. Silver also would not choose to be with someone his father did not like. The talk is still serious, and is about how you are Silver's first human family. The one he will likely grow old with, laugh with, share burdens, and perhaps be bound to (if you are into that. Lilia would also love some g-babies but no pressure). Silver will cherish you for his entire life, and knowing that you will do the same is a giant weight off of his father's heart. Lilia may drip with sarcasm ninety-percent of the time, but entrusting his son's heart to you is not joke.

When in love, Silver becomes more emotive. Your relationship brings him closer to Malleus since his lord often asks about it. Genuine curiosity from his liege turns into investment, and Malleus senses how much more cheerful Silver becomes when speaking of you. The way his lips curve when your name passes through them, or how he asks his animal friends to pick wildflowers for you.

What seals the deal for Malleus is that Silver will no longer fret if he disappears, because he believes you are watching over his master. There is still Sebeck on his tail, yet on occasion Silver will encourage Malleus' late-night walks so that he can join in.

Oh yeah. You need the Sebeck seal of approval. Believe it or not, that is a necessity (just praise waka-sama and it'll work out)

Silver wants to train you in the sword-arts, and encourages forces you to join the equestrian club as well. When you became his lover, your status moved on to par with Malleus (I know, crazy).

Here's the thing though. Malleus is all-powerful. You play with twigs in the backyard, and pretend to water bend the rain. Obviously, there is a different kind of anxiety in his gut. You need to learn to fight and ride horse-back, or living in Briar Valley is a death sentence.

He enjoys using your lap as a pillow. His 'curse,' isn't so bad in this scenario...

Uses old-fashioned nicknames. He borrowed a few romance novels from the library back when figuring out his feelings. Get ready to quake when the words, " Good Morning, my love," become the first thing you hear every day

Yes. Yes, he knows what he is doing. He's inexperienced, not daft

Silver...does not have a last name. He's considered taking 'Vanrouge,' but it hasn't felt entirely right. When in love, he finds himself fitting your last name in his title.

Sir Silver _____, Knight of Draconia. Son of Count Vanrouge. General of Briar Valley.

Definetly has a nice ring to it, yeah?

50 years from today someone will tear out this kitchen. And this cabinet which fills out and empty space will get the whole neighborhood on their feet. I wish I could travel in time to see the face expression of that poor guy that will pull the countertop off of that cabinet.

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