t minus 13 days / / some fairy-tales are not meant to be

a house of cards is what it seems, built from broken promises and tattered dreams, disguised as purple kisses and troubled teens.

she wakes up to new art supplies, paintbrushes, sketchbooks, pencils galore, but what's the point?

to him, she voices her thoughts, and he holds back a laugh, brown eyes wide and wild. he wants to see her draw, watch her paint, and when her fingers curl around a brush ever so delicately, he knows he's accomplished his mission. 

to a castle, he's brought back its queen.

"you don't need to see to create a masterpiece"