Amaranthus caudatus

... and between these two he thinks there has only ever been this, only this, nothing else. That this is what he is made of. That he can only hold so much. I would never let a thing such as love soften you, he thinks, bitter in truth—his truth, and therefore something true, made real by belief.And still: You are my one exception, he wants to say, and it feels like truth, too, the storm of it, and he is in the eye and he is being torn apart, a man holding these opposing truths together in his mind, a man therefore proved sane, a man run deranged. There is some sort of supreme irony there, ironic in the rightness and righteousness: Tom. Love. Madness.(In the absence of sufficient love, the body maladapts...)Tomarry soulmates (sort of) AU but the worldbuilding is an unholy amalgation of concepts (see tags).

i have no justification for writing this except that i just wanted to get it out of my head. so here, have tomarry in a modern healthcare setting (again), except with the added flavours of... something.tw for brief mentions of drugs, discussion of starvation (literal and metaphorical)For hunger is to give / the body what it knows / it cannot keep. —Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous