Just Let Me See The Dawn
ᴊᴜsᴛ ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ sᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀᴡɴ
ɪ'ʟʟ ғɪɴᴅ ᴀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ
ᴀ ʟɪғᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ,
ᴀ sʜᴇʟᴛᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʟɪᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛs
ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ sᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀᴡɴ
ɪ'ʟʟ ғɪɴᴅ ᴀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ
ᴀ ʟɪғᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜɪs
ɪ'ʟʟ ғɪɴᴅ ᴀ ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜɪs
ᴇᴄʜᴏᴇs | ɴᴏᴠᴇʟɪsᴛs
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Something that kinda hits me in a soft spot is the concept of someone giving Kohao a mountain lion plushie as a gift, bc the kid needs some softness, needs some softness that represents strength. And while I'm sure he acts for the most part like it's juvenile, like why-would-he-want-this, like it's just some weird trinket taking up space in his room...Well. It's the one thing in his room that's never, ever out of place. He never lets dust accumulate on it. And if during the Bad Nights (the ones where he's scared and young, or where nightmares won't let him rest, or the ones where he’s convinced he’s bad or evil—the nights where he locks his door and sits for twenty minutes with a gun to his head, daring himself to pull the trigger, those nights) he holds that little mountain lion to his chest and cries because he’s desperate to believe that he's loved and thinks maybe that little plushie can prove it to him if he holds it tight enough...I mean, who's to know?
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Anyway this background killed me and is why this picture took months to complete and now Kohao doesn't rly look a lot like himself anymore but oh fuckin' well