His house is intricate and at times overwhelming and, although in past days I have thought of it as exceedingly Euclidean, quite difficult to fully map out. I have done so but I have rarely told you all the parts in list form because I have been overwhelmingly caught up in things but now I have a spare moment traveling to the foyer with Him, so I will mention what His house is, what it is made of.

There is an arboretum to the south through a hidden door, and more gardens and even a greenhouse that way, extending outdoors further into the woods around the house. There are two playing rooms and a theater buried in the west wing, and a great study free from books that resides between the theater and a room dedicated to a microfiche. There is a second library for books He has not yet fully transcribed or studied; the foyer has walls of books that have been understood but more keep showing up in the Room below His house so more must be done with them. There is a hidden but beautiful loft raised to the second story which resides on the north end of His house, with enormous windows outlooking upon the sparkling forest still inundated in a heat wave. This loft has two sofas too pillowy and soft to resemble anything but a dream, and yet there's a faint chill in the air that makes you want to bundle up. On the eastern end is the entrance and exit and also behind a mahogany divider one can find a tremendous, cavernous stairway spiraling down—you can access this from the basement too if you'd really like—which leads into a buried plaza wherein He displays many pieces of architecture and discarded art all placed on pedestals and studied and framed and photographed. It is very difficult to find the places in His house that He does not show you to, but it still gives me comfort to know the etchings along the walls, the indicators of place. Along the darkened ceiling one can start to use the bramble of polished oak as a form of compass, always pointing westward. You can take a very long walk and get lost but never really learn where you went either. Funnily enough His house has many rooms that seem forgotten, like the Room itself below His house, but I don't think they're forgotten at all. I retrieved a great big sun hat from a costume closet between two columns in a winding northwestern alley-hall and when I showed Him he was uproar in joy because He figured that nobody else would find it and He thought I looked incredible in such a thing. Femme, His word, and adorable, and in my element, and that sort of wonder and splendor is why I am in love with my existence now more than I ever was in love with Him. He cut some holes in the sun hat for my horns and it fits snug and when I walk and study the world I wear it proudly. It didn't get forgotten but it went unused. I think that's a nicer fate. It was not alone in that closet but maybe it felt lonely sometimes.

a super quick piece for @angelsv3! this thing is such a freak <3

magpies are building nests right now, and playing with sticks

this guy again