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IF I COULD ONLY DREAM, I'D DREAM A DREAM OF ROSES . I NEVER KNEW YOU , I'D GIVE THEM TO YOU , & SEE THAT SMILING FACE .

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          ENQUAINTED . 

♡.    @briarchoked     :    ❝ i love the taste of you. ❞

    with these words her heart drops into the pit of a stomach    ———–    synonymous to a juicy  ,  sweet peach that pit lays heavy.    there was  vulgarity  and  poetry.    the suggestive words that she would often hear from a lustful lover would draw you nauseous.    the tongue of pretty words made her heart go  aflutter.    but to hear them both lay hand in hand  ?    she hadn’t known how to react to that sort of feeling  ,  so what she could do at the most is blush more than redden cheeks are already and hide behind a curtain of dark locks.    it was a love she was never sure she could feel again.    this wasn’t raunchy sex  ,  but a real love that swells her heart and heats that same pit in her stomach.

          the boy eats love letters for breakfast , perfumes himself in rose essence & the odor of decades old books -- unopened . so it should be no surprise that his heart , that honeymoon suite where he’s come to envision them lazing away both the night & the day , should speak before his brain can figure the cost . seraph lips , freshly broken from the sweetest of kisses , still bearing her aforementioned TASTE (strike him down , dear lord if you are so benevolent as they claim) , stumble in their anxiety as they are often wont to do . innocence blushes double in that room , & dante finds himself hidden behind his hands , tinny laughter struggling out from his chest . oh , he’s embarrassed . 

          ‘     -----     that     was     silly     ,     wasn’t     it     ?     oh     ,     i’m     sorry     ,     love     .   .   .     ’     corpse rests his head upon the table , unable to look at her now . NO --- unable to let her see his fool’s cheeks . who’d ever heard of the undead blushing ? 

[enquainted]

💕

GOOD  MORNING  KISS    .    always  accepting    .

    every part of them was tangled within one another.    their legs in such a  criss  -  cross  fashion while still allowing individual warmth amongst themselves.    surely their hands have remained tangled within each other’s throughout the whole night.    if an outsider were to look at this picturesque scene of lovers  ,  they would assume that the night before was filled with lustful needs.    not with these two.   there needn’t be a need for pleasure when the insurmountable love swell their hearts.

    she  is first to awaken and to open her eyes to see the one she loves the most still by her side makes her smile.    blurry vision makes the room glow  ,  makes  him  glow.    how is that possible  ?    did people see her this way too  ?    heavy lids seem to remain closed as she inches her way closer into the shell of dante.    with enough mustered strength  ,  she manages to let  butterfly  lashes flutter open and find his lips.    there is a quick and gentle kiss and she is hidden under sheets again.    ❛      thank  you.    good  morning.      ❜    she croaks.

[enquainted]

[ calm ] :')

[ calm ]   your muse telling mine to  ‘ just breathe ‘ .

    knees are wet and stained with the brown earth she’s knelt in.    the realization of her own failure crept into her pores and did not settle swell there.    she’s been defeated in many other games where it did not take a toll on her so harshly like this one.    sometimes she forgets it’s the way life is built.    she doesn’t feel like she’s living a normal life so when something so vibrant as her soul parishes  ,  she forgets that it’s  natural.    there are seeds that would want to live the life their ancestors did  ,  she forgets.    there will and will always be the repetition of a new colorful life.

     a skinny hand is flat on the  expanse  of her chest that heaves erratically.    lung hitch as she attempts a breath in.    there’s a swelling in her throat  ,  she feels  ,  that is refusing to let the better air around her make a chest swell up and go back down.    thump  ,  thump  ,  thump  goes an aching heart skipping beats and leaving her even more breathless thereafter.    it’s an odd experience  ,  to have your own body refuse what is good for you.    allow your own refuse against refusal.    her hand is clasping onto his  ,  too tightly she knows  ,  but she’s aware that he would trade whatever graciousness slide through his days with whatever turmoil she is put through.    what has happened in your life  ,  dear woman  ?    to have a simple life die and break you down  ?

    the hand remains on her chest as she inhales once more.    ❛      i’m  trying  ,  dear.      ❜     it’s a tiresome whisper as a labored breath out signifies failure in that too.    was she speaking to the boy beside her  ?    or the weathered and dead flowers piled at her  dirtied  knees  ?    she still fails to breathe properly.    perhaps it will be better is she apologized for not being  enough  for the ones she cared for most because lord knows she means it from the deepest part of her being.     ❛      i  am  so  sorry.      ❜

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          ‘   -----     you’ll     forget     ,   forget     in     time     .     remember     this     :     your     hand     in     mine     forever     .     beside     the     slow     black     river     //     DANTE     &     CONNIE     

                                                                                  @enquainted

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liemortal:

uhhh where did @velvetfilth go…. is my eel ok 

this eel is indeed ok but yesterday was a very very horrible day for me uh .. mental health - wise & basically i self destructed ! & i’m sorry to anyone i worried . i promise i’m alright now :’( <3

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          anyway , baby has been remade but i’m only giving her url to those that want it so uh ! if you’re interested lmk <3 i’ll be over there setting her up & such . 

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         also i read the bloo/dy cham/ber last night & holy fuck 

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hi im kaley & electric toothbrushes scare my sensitive-teethed ass

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hm

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     the same impulsive behaviors that caused me to delete baby :  (・∀・ ) how about you remake baby  (・∀・ )  (・∀・ )  (・∀・ )

      me : please die ???????? ?? ? ?

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hi hi hello. i'm not a mutual of yours, but listen, i know sometimes things can get dark and dreary. i struggle with some things myself, but i want you to know i'm free to be someone's shoulder to cry on or just someone to talk to. i don't mind!!! i wish you a good day and i send very big big kissus your way !!!! <333

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hi, i just wanted to send some love your way. i was very sad to see you deleted baby, but i understand your reasons behind it. i know we haven't spoken much, but i have really admired you and your writing for awhile and baby's one of the most detailed and thought out ocs i've seen. i really hope you feel better soon. i really hope you know what a lovely and gifted writer you are. <3

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          @fantasms   @zhestokiiy   love you both so much 

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#Me when I’m drunk

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          over crowded shoulders & through sunlight’s golden streams he can see her , always sees her , sees nothing else . CARRYING her grace about her not like some expensive shawl to be boasted about , but rather like a babe taken to hip . a queen , a goddess , by every right & yet she strolls the market’s square , barefoot as they all are , her crown  --  a gathering of flowers nestled in her hair . she blooms in that cotton dress & he drops the apple he’d been eating at before her sudden appearance . foolish , foolish boy .

          & then their eyes are meeting , autumn & emerald touching hands across that small distance , & for a time he loses all the good sense he’d built since he realized he could never love her . that he would only dirty her grace with his small , weak hands . CONTENT is not the right choice of word here . let us say , he would have given himself up to the dark lands over the hills & mountains if that meant she were happy & healthy & that she could go on just as she is now . 

          so when the woman , moonlight & sunlight & stars all in one , passes close to him , fruit in the crook of her arm & laughter on her mouth , he smiles something soft but distanced & bows out of the way .     ‘     .   .   .     a     very     good     morning     to     you     .     ’     a veritable whisper , the peaches in his arms taking his gaze from her , for if he looks at her so close to him now , his lips might loose & he would never forgive himself for confessing & setting her mind ill at ease . 

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