at least Cylvan would remember him. Cylvan, who was always so warm. Who always tucked hair behind Saffron’s ear, and kissed the tears off his cheeks. Cylvan, who played the violin. Who controlled the wind and the sky. Who taught Saffron to love romantic myths—and then showed him what it was like to live in one, tragic ending and all.
yeah just fucking sTAB ME OR WHATEVER
