now and forever.

── private multi dragon age oc rp blog.

[aseaofquotes]

Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life

[lifeinpoetry]

I’ve been flinching for years,

Alice Notley, from “To Many,” Culture of One (via lifeinpoetry)

[bellanarisdinan]

well, not really─ i can lick my elbow?

[negromants]

"I won't say a word but I think he knows.", morqos ♫

daughter sentences meme.

              when dorian’s eyelashes flutter open and away from written sentences on old pages it is just to admire morqos’ beauty & the grace imprinted onto his almost silent words. of course what comes after is eyes onto eyes, lusting and longing for the blame that has been easily spotted in the half light of the library, covering them with a golden mantle — but not enough to hide the pair from rather unsolicited sights. 

         old, shameless pavus is just slightly leaning against the wooden balcony, back arched & his attention focused, the book forgotten as it is placed somewhere stable and safe.       ❛ ah! ❜ a knowing look paints dark features & this time he makes sure to let his body project a brief chuckle that is aimed at elven ears, though not necessarily morqos’. 

             ❛ predictable, i’m sure you will agree with me, ❜ a motion cancels the ephemeral rest of dorian’s right hand which only goes forward to caress & hold his palm, bringing us to the scene where fingers keep fingers — dorian chooses to bring them to his chest, keeping them closer.         ❛ but then he must also know where my loyalities lie. ❜ a kiss placed on the hand & the mere thought and concern of solas is gone and away.

[bellanarxs]

i crawl at your feet; for before your love, your kisses, i am debased.

deathless sentences meme.

        ❛ — ❜ mouth agape, trying futilely to close around words. there's a small frown on his forehead, light lines between his eyebrows coming closer together.

        ❛ mes─ ❜ a pause. should he use that title? should he not? are they friends? he bites his plump bottom lip & tries again. ❛ if this is flattery, i'm─ afraid to say it is the wrong kind. ❜ discomfort hides behind his carefully selected&polite words. he gets it. the intent lingering in the altus' is clear enough. but he'd ask him to stand, were the tevinter actually at his feet. i do not deserve that.

        hesitation makes his eyes dart to the floor, suddenly afraid of overstepping. he had learned to let that go but─ where do they stand? were their scholarly discussions enough to crumble hierarchy? how could he even think─    ❛ davvero─ ❜ a small smile, hopeful&sincere, tugs at his lips, golden eyes glittering with a soft please, understand.                                       ❛ a─ couple of compliments about my eyes will suffice. ❜

[mitchellwrites]

deathless ♚ sentence meme

You will always fall in love, and it will always be like having your throat cut, just that fast.

You are going to break your promise. I understand.

You’re lonely too.

It will stop your breath, how cruel I can be.

I am a demanding creature. I am selfish and cruel and extremely unreasonable.

I am your servant.

I crawl at your feet; for before your love, your kisses, I am debased.

For you alone I will be weak.

I belong here, and you will not deny me.

I say these things, and the world listens.

I do not tolerate a world emptied of you. I have tried.

In the dark, I have pored over the loss of you like pale gold.

I will not let her speak because I love her, and when you love someone, you do not make them tell war stories.

I moved the earth and the water for you.

You will always run away with her.

You will always lose her.

You will always be a fool.

You will always be dead, in a city of ice, snow falling into your ear.

You have already done all of this and will do it again.

No one should be judged for loving more than they ought, only for loving not enough.

We look terrible to you, and severe, and you see our blood flying.

What we carry between us is hard-won, and we made it just as we wished it to be, just the color, just the shape.

There need never be any rules between us.

Let us be greedy together; let us hoard.

Do not leave me, swear that you will never leave me.

I am selfish. I am cruel. My mate cannot be less than I.

Sleep with fists closed and shoot straight.

I can’t abide a poor liar.

You look like a winter’s night. I could sleep inside the cold of you.

Oh, quit that. Blushing is for virgins and Christians.

Scold me; deny me. Tell me you want what you want and damn me forever. But don’t leave me.

Bad luck relies on absolutely perfect timing.

In his own country, Death can be kind.

What is the world but a boxing ring where fools and devils put up their fists?

Men die. It’s practically what they’re for.

I am no one; I am nothing.

Nothing in me was not made by you.

A revelation is always the end of something. It might even be cause for grief.

Just tell yourself a story that’ll satisfy you and pretend he told it.

Forever isn’t bright; it isn’t like that. Forever is cold and hard and final.

I savor bitterness - it is born of experience. It is the privilege of one who has truly lived.

If you want to kill yourself, do not use us as your knife.

What did I do wrong? Was I boring? Did I ignore you?

Don’t you dare speak to me like that.

I have worn nothing but blood and death for years.

I have fought all your battles for you, just as you asked me.

I have learned not to cry when I strangle a man.

I have learned to watch everything die.

I am not a little girl anymore, dazzled by your magic. It is my magic, now, too.

Are we not devils?

No one is now what they were before the war.

I have not seen you without your skin on.

Close up your head; your brain is getting loose.

We obsess. It’s in our nature.

I’ve a devil of a habit for being right.

In war you must always choose sides.

If you try to be a bridge laid down between them, they will tear you in half.

We are all dead. All equal. Broken and aimless and believing we are alive.

My old bones will follow yours soon enough.

It is better to be strong and cruel than to be fair.

I will see him with his skin off before I agree to fall in love.

After love, no one is what they were before.

I have survived, but I have not been spared.

In the space of one heartbeat to another I loved you and I was lost to you.

Frighten me, make me cry, only come back.

It’s not so bad, my darling. Being dead. It’s like being alive, only colder.

You’ll think it’s love, while he dines on your heart.

You will be so beautiful when you are old.

I cannot keep you and I cannot let you go.

You will live as you live in any world…with difficulty, and grief.

I look at you and it is like my throat being cut.

She said you’d come and I swore to eat your heart.

I still want to kiss you.

My heart is being cut in two. I cannot bear it.

What happens to anything beautiful?

I have to know, I have to or else you will just rule me until the end of everything because you know and I do not.

[hoespice-deactivated20180619]

“i expected better from you” well that was your fault lmao I got nothing to do with that

[lostcap]

But must it always be a tragedy?  Maybe suns are meant to love boys who fall into seas.

Dear poets, it’s time to rewrite Icarus | p.d (via queerlullaby)

[incorrecthistories]

I’ll carve our initials in a tree on our first date because it’s the most romantic way to let you know I have a knife.

Olga of Kiev

[ofmiceandmania]

Do I get the gold chariot? Do I float through the ceiling?

[m-l-rio]

A dead man cannot contemplate vengeance.

Niccolò Machiavelli, “On Conspiracies” (trans. Leslie J. Walker)

[lavellanpls]

[aseaofquotes]

Lisa Unger, Beautiful Lies

[bellanarisdinan]

[bellanarisdinan]

[bellanarisdinan]