malglories:

the problem is, i want legendary kings who blaze then burn carved into my skin so i look like an illuminated manuscript, gilded and tearing at the edges. so i look medieval and cathedral and regal. but the problem is, the world is too small now for kings who find swords in lakes, for knights who coruscate in the sunlight, for wizards whose lovers trap them in trees. and the problem is, i don’t know what to do with all that leftover glory. it wants to make a crown out of my skull.