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how i did waste and exhaust my heart.
anne carson, the anthropology of water (via lachantefleurie)
lionmartyr.
❛ i’m so very sorry .. would you UNDERSTAND if i said i was only human ?? ❜
brows pinch, a cynical mien carved ‘pon his physiognomy. ‘ i wouldn’t. it wasn’t safe to do. ’ a sharp inhale. serious man! the unexpected appearance sculpting a rigid stance.
ofthewiind.
a sigh emits and full lips pout. he is a l w a y s like this: endlessly & ceaselessly protective. most would swoon…but she feels trapped under his dark gaze. she is the BIRD and he is the CAGE. ❛——i’m fine, really i am. you worry too much, truly. i can take care of myself.❜
‘ it’s not always safe out here. ’ why did she always resist? brows furrowed, skin pinched ‘tween as he steps towards. ‘ your father will want me to watch after you. ’ unrelenting! o-so steadfast, expression irked as shoulders hold resistant. he wanted to do his duty, yet she avoided. a scrape to the heart.
once, he'd been suggested he try camping. an event filled with late night camaraderie, song, and something called s'mores. but as he thinks on it, spock is increasingly certain, it isn't as fascinating as what he's been doing; standing now, at the edge of the water with a paddle in his hand, ' you are expecting what, precisely? '
‘ – i need you to paddle. ’
a low grunt, shoulder-blades made taut as canoe is thrust from the river’s shore. fingers grip the edge to keep it from going adrift, flesh pink from the rim’s pressure as head cants over his shoulder at. mouth’s corners down-turned, a raise of a brow. ‘ do you know how to paddle the right way? ’ every-one should know how to! this might be more effort than he anticipated, irk carved 'cross his countenance. a slight shake of his head, voice sober. ‘ come here. get in. ’
lawfullking.
❛ what does it all MEAN ? i don’t understand. ❜
an exhale. ‘ it’s an offering to okeus, the great spirit -- food, so that we are protected. ’
kocoum is not a villain. the definitions of a villain are as follows: a cruelly malicious person who is involved in or devoted to wickedness or crime; a character in a play, novel, or the like, who constitutes an important evil agency to the plot. neither of these descriptions fit kocoum’s character, nor are his actions deserving of them in any written way. however, the residual impression of those who watch the movie are to immediately label him as thus, which is beyond my comprehension. it is a conclusion that makes no sense, but for the sake of those not convinced, let’s take a look at the scene which, to many less bright viewers, ultimately place him as one in their eyes.
is “no” an emotion because i feel it
‘ pocahontas isn’t here. ’ a limping movement as he steps in front of, words absent of geniality. he did not like his presence in the village! posture held taut, stance favoring his left leg as eyes lift to. before him stood the epitome of his downfall, the wolf that had led the pup. a stoic countenance maintained, the muscles within his jaw rigid as teeth press down. defeated warrior! back arches, pushing his chest out. ‘ she told me to tell you that -- ’ lips purse, animosity in the syllables. why did he have to do this? a short exhale, right arm lifting to gesture above. ‘ ... she will be back when the sun is high in the sky. ’ / @worldsailed.
roidecles.
❛ monsieur , you must tell me about your people & of your culture . do your people trade with other tribes ? ❜
‘ -- it’s long since been destroyed. ’ words morose, a stoic man! ‘ ... why would you want to know about my people? ’
‘ talk as much as you want. ... -- it doesn’t matter. ’
words spoken with subdued wrath, lips pursed. warrior! a mien sculpted o-so somber amidst subjugation. he is steady, each syllable constant. if only his ancestors knew white people were really demons! a hell he did not acknowledge. legs shift ‘round his place on the floor, crossing over each-other. his is a posture made intransigent, shoulders held back with an upwards cant of his chin. ‘ you can keep running your mouth, but you will get nothing back. ’ dulcet tones intrepid, chest rising with short inhale. how many days? he did not know -- a search gone awry, now sitting ‘pon the place the dead of the reservation lay. natives gone missing would get no search, forgotten till the end. a community made-poor that only had itself. the pungent smell of alcohol and areas gone rotten makes nostrils flare, the top tier of teeth clamped down on the bottom. it had been up to him! the duty on his shoulders when no-one else would. now, a kept man, a battle of fortitude. physiognomy painted stoic, for he will not lower in spite of. / @agonycrowned.
wcrryforher.
“No I thought she’d be here but she isn’t maybe she’s off wandering in the forest somewhere.” She answered, a hint of uncertainty in her voice her cheeks slightly warming up every time she was around the male that would always happen, probably due to her affections.
‘ why does she always wander off? ’ tones hint exasperation, lips parting to exhale. ‘ -- isn’t there plenty to do in the village? ’ at least nakoma was always there! brows pinch, mouth’s corners taut. rigid shoulders then loosen, a man made resigned. ‘ she’s always gone. ... were you looking for her as well? ’
i see sorrow in your eyes.
six word story. #545 (via myfuture-mywriting-mylife)