POWER OF THE GOSPEL > snownose's diary

[HONEYMOON]

"WILLS UNBENDING, FAITH UNENDING" ✟ bio ── HERE is where ill place all of snownose's diary entries, or otherwise snippets of writing pertaining to him. you can find the template for entries  here!

stole this list from cobra, but in the spoiler is a rough prompt list.

Spoiler:

1. Injured
2. Sinking
3. Father
4. Exploit
5. Boredom
6. Art of Conversation
7. Take Your Best Shot
8. Creativity
9. Flash
10. Puzzling Words
11. Ill
12. Skeleton
13. Nothing
14. Servitude
15. Possibilities
16. Weightless
17. Just Say It
18. Last Words
19. Immature
20. Blazing
21. Help
22. Presence
23. Because
24. Forced
25. Reversed
26. Cast Away
27. Emotions
28. Questions
29. Wishing
30. Crackling
31. Curl Up
32. Together
33. Look Again
34. Brief
35. Space
36. Special
37. Jinx
38. Stop Fussing
39. Cozy
40. Breaking
41. Either Or
42. Tell Me a Story
43. Waiting
44. Willpower
45. Who Am I?
46. Idol
47. Unseen
48. Just Try
49. For Me?
50. Your Choice
51. Useful
52. Treasure
53. Ceremony
54. Lightning
55. Protection
56. Stay With Me
57. Mint
58. Rescue
59. Dominant
60. Thief
61. Deserter
62. Stolen
63. Sarcasm
64. Darling
65. How Much is too Much?
66. Over
67. Try Again
68. Hidden
69. Forgotten
70. The First Time
71. Aging
72. Soldiers
73. Justice
74. Tread Carefully
75. One False Step
76. Connection
77. Mess
78. It Can't Be
79. In Due Time
80. Awake
81. Delicious
82. Fallen
83. Trickery
84. Around the Bend
85. Well Traveled
86. Choices
87. Surplus
88. Rough
89. If
90. Friend
91. Found Not Lost
92. Spiral
93. Deep
94. I Could Have
95. Desirable
96. Resentment
97. Build Up
98. Inch by Inch
99. Dilemma
100. Blue Sky

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

I. [sup]NO[/sup] 42 TELL ME A STORY 5/20
II. TITLE & LINK
III. TITLE & LINK

[HONEYMOON]

ENTRY NO. 42. TELL ME A STORY.

"TELL me a story," i'd told him, bleeding and bruised with worn memory. "what was your favorite bedtime story? go on." and with hesitation slowly falling from its place in his countenance he's poured the too-big heart of a small child into mine. a reservation there i could see he could not shake, overcome with the need to speak and remove the mind from the hurt of yesteryear. and there mine own heart, big enough to share the burden of the hurt that runneth over.
to wax poetic, new sin does not exist in the dark confines of the night. there should be only the comforting hug of a lover to heal the old.
i wish i could heal it on your behalf. more than anything i wish to apologize to the hurt and angry and confused little dragonsbane in the mind's eye - the one you take in nightmares.

— snownose.