For two weeks they pass each other like ghost ships in the night, their outlines faint in the fog where men dared not follow. The Janus Thickey Ward specializes in ghosts.
You will never be lovelier than you are now.
I. they will emerge from the crossfire with their scars and their bruises, kissing each other until their demons are simply ghosts in the woodwork of their bones.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Draco,” she said. “Save me the seat next to yours.” ▬ Graveyard Valentine