OIA
Your sleep patterns are constantly in flux. It's part of who you are, intune with nature and all that. As the days grow longer, so too do you find yourselves needing less hours asleep. The urge to forage and stash things away for winter itches in your bones, and though you're able to ignore it being the sort of human-animal that you are, you feel it still.
Which is all just to say that it's perfectly fine that you and your twin are wandering around the woods at night.
"I can hear his thoughts." You say of Meraki, who is wound into your hair like any other bit of foliage might be. "It's all colours and shapes and impressions." This is something you ought to hate, but you don't. 'It's like my brain is an environment and he's an invasive species."
Which is all just to say that it's perfectly fine that you and your twin are wandering around the woods at night.
"I can hear his thoughts." You say of Meraki, who is wound into your hair like any other bit of foliage might be. "It's all colours and shapes and impressions." This is something you ought to hate, but you don't. 'It's like my brain is an environment and he's an invasive species."
i think i'll pass on the summer
don't wanna fall for it this time
don't wanna fall for it this time
