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A lover’s tale part 5
5)
How tragic our love,
So raw and savage.
Painted blue, black, brown.
Forgetting what we had,
So strong and unbreakable.
But I say nothing.
You won’t let me.
So I sit. Bidding my time.
Waiting. Prepared.
As you strike, strike again
Air leaving my body…
But I show no fear.
The woman I once was screams
From inside me,
Words of a broken Lady
Exploding with anger!
But I stay hollow.
Empty, as you love
me.
Tamed
A lover’s tale part 6
And the last one
6)
I look at you and I see sunsets and fireworks
But the mirror says otherwise.
Cold and harsh your prints are left :
On my back, stomach, neck,
Where you use to kiss me.
The soft skin, now bruised with your hand prints from last, night.
14/2
You still blame me
Call me names
Yet you touch me, I wish you didn’t.
You lay your head on my pillow, sleeping soundlessly.
Tear marks across your face.
You do not stir as I look in the mirror once again.
Marks on my wrists from where you held me a few hours ago.
The wedding ring, you gave me, catching my eye.
The way you held me that night.
Love in you heart, gentleness in you hands as you carried me.
But the mirror doesn’t lie.
I look into that face once again
The man that took me dancing no longer visible.
There would be no more twirling or spinning or falling.
Not anymore.
So I crawled back into bed,
The broken Lady resurfacing
But she wasn’t the same.
Too broken…
So I picked up the knife and held it over your heart.
There was no fire left.
You finally said my name, no more than a prayer on your lips.
A lover’s tale part 2
2)
Hand in hand, we waited.
Sweet tension swallowed us.
Time developed us.
Each second getting worse,
My thoughts terrifying me
As we wait and wait and wait…
I looked to you and the waves stopped.
Everything had settled
Because of that flicker.
The hope was still alive,
And I knew it was going to be okay
Because it was in your eyes.
But the seconds still passed,
The clock still ticked…
But you held onto my hand, so the waves settled and the seconds ticked.
One,
Two,
Three,
A heartbeat.
Strong and mighty. Music to our ears.
The sun shone brighter and the sky was bluer as you spun me around
Because our baby was okay
So we were okay.
A lover’s tale part 4
4)
I hope you get satisfaction
Painting my body.
Creating the perfect Wife,
‘Silent, not heard’.
This time you cried as you created a new colour.
Not quite blue, something else.
Like the colour of the sunrise,
You know the one, the one from our honeymoon.
Oh, how you loved me then!
Do you still? As you weep at the stain you’ve left
Never to wash away, never to fade.
As soon as the paint dried you walked.
Not with that sexy sway I fell in love with,
Not with satisfaction.
No, you just walked away.
When will you come back?
The man from the honeymoon with his sway,
The man that always caught me.
I look at the stains and just wish he would come back.
A lover’s tale part 3
3)
Our baby,
Life taken from her before she could even breathe.
14/2
I saw it in your eyes as you held her
The pain and unforgiving rage.
I whispered her name
A prayer on my lips…
Tears trickled down my face
Babtising our baby.
You stood in the corner, manifesting in anger.
You didn’t look at me.
Did not touch me.
Not even as we buried our baby.
Not even a brush of a hand.
I called your name
You didn not hear me
I called again
You did not hear me
I called until you answered
‘Unclean, cursed, disgrace’.
Yet you did not touch me
I shouldn’t have called you again.
A lover’s tale part 5
5)
How tragic our love,
So raw and savage.
Painted blue, black, brown.
Forgetting what we had,
So strong and unbreakable.
But I say nothing.
You won’t let me.
So I sit. Bidding my time.
Waiting. Prepared.
As you strike, strike again
Air leaving my body…
But I show no fear.
The woman I once was screams
From inside me,
Words of a broken Lady
Exploding with anger!
But I stay hollow.
Empty, as you love
me.
Tamed
We need like “unclench your jaw” posts but for eye strain. Like
Go look at something 20ft away for 20 seconds.
take off your glasses if you wear them for 20 seconds
Recommended by my optometrist
Look at something 20 feet away, then 10, then 5, then one, then if you can your nose.
Repeat twice, then again without glasses.
Face forward look out of the corner of your eye. As far as you can look. Slowly move to the other corner. Repeat twice.
Look down as far as you can. Slowly look up. Repeat twice.
Roll eyes twice.
Close eyes for five minutes.
I do this every day usually at my halfway point. My migraines went away. My vision go better. Honestly stretching my eyes as she put it feels great too.
nesta, lucien, eris and jurian will always stay being my favourites because they clock that tea real quick.
Valkyrie witches, self-care Valkyries, a forgetful Gwyn remembers left her purse back at the house just after they finally get to the bottom of the 10k stairs on their way to a night out 🤦♀️
Me thinking why a whale (big) would eat krill (small) and then I remembered rice (yum)
so few people appreciate the wisdom I have to offer.........
Rowan offering to cut her hair is so domestic I just🥹
SJM constantly complimenting Gwyn and telling us that she’s good at everything.
Main character energy, i fear 😌🤭
Sobbing thinking about little Illyrian girls calling themselves Valkyries bc they look up to Emerie and want to be just like her when they grow up 🥹😭
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ACOMAF Feyre: But I forgot to tell him that the villain is usually the person who locks up the maiden and throws away the key
ACOSF Feyre: 👀🤨
I saw people on tiktok comparing nesta saying she’ll rip Feyre’s throat out to Rhys saying he would kill nesta. Let me explain to you the difference between these two things.
1) nesta and Feyre are sisters.
2) Feyre was pushing and pushing and pushing nesta until nesta snapped.
3) Feyre knows nesta would never actually hurt her
4) Rhys is a person in power. Him saying he’s going to murder nesta could 100% happen. He is the fucking high lord. If he ordered someone to kill nesta, they would kill her.
One was said from a person who was trying to get the other person to stop harassing her and she was trying to protect her sister. The other is said from someone in power who was angry because someone told his WIFE the truth. Feyre never once question if nesta was actually going to kill her. Nesta, even is HOFAS thinks that she’s going to be murdered. So again, miss me with that shit.
Today I can’t stop thinking about Feyre telling Lucien that Elain is worth fighting for without a second of doubt or hesitation in the same book that she asked Cassian why he bothers with Nesta.
I love you, female characters who the narrative tries to convince me are difficult to love.
the sad reality is nesta will never be accepted in the acotar fandom. her actions will always be worse than the men who have abused, sa’d, and harassed people (more importantly their mates. i’m looking at you rhysand).
