Im Just Going To Leave This Here

I’m just going to leave this here…

i wonder what’s happening right now over at hogwarts

Circus Tree: Six individual sycamore trees were shaped, bent, and braided to form this.

falling over me like stars

the moomins pairing: moomin/snufkin word count: 2221 read on ao3

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At first, Moomin isn’t sure what woke him.

One moment he’s dreaming and the next he’s in his bedroom, staring through the dark at the ceiling and experiencing that sideways bereftness of being suddenly transplanted from an imagined place to a real one.

It must still be late, if the dark of the room is any indication.

The house creaks a bit as Moomin lays there listening, the way hard-worked houses sometimes do, its bones settling after another long day of sheltering lots of lively people within its walls. The air is very cool, and smells like damp earth and ozone, but the bed is warm. And it would be, with two bodies tucked beneath a shared blanket.

Moomin tips his head to the side, cheek pressed against the pillow, so his view is filled with Snufkin sleeping bare inches away.

That’s right, Moomin thinks comfortably, teetering on the blurry line between sleep and wake, there was a storm.

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I am so soft, I just really love seeing this.