Imagine if Carlisle and Esme Cullen were supernatural detectives fraught with affection for each other (Chapter 13 of Rope is up)
When humankind discovered the art of dedication, they betrothed themselves to it like a lusty Romeo.
They idolised it from a withering day and hoped it would return on the morrow.
They sought to aspire to a trope so fond in belief that sustainability could not be guaranteed.
Until this Artist.
The way @spanishinfluenza pours pen to paper, mind to imagination (and fingertip to Qwerty keyboard) with a commitment beyond the restrictions of Personkind limitations (such as sleep necessities, brain rejuvenation, career demands), goes further than the astute, necessary adoration of fan to fiction.
It is inspiring. It coarses through one's soul like the sweetest caffeine kink to a deprived merchant and leaves us trembling in its wake.
It is light, bursting through the dark in flavour and flair and fever.
It is a dedication that is worthy of the lines that lift it.
To an artist who dedicates, from those who find it oh so easy to dedicate their focus in return.... Your creations are a true gift to behold.