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my copy of the novel is supposed to arrive tomorrow and that’s when it’s going to be over for all of you

#[ starts screaming ]#USPS COME TO ME.....#me shaking all day tomorrow waiting for the mailman :#––––– ◝ . ♡ 𝟎𝟎 . ╱ wilkie collins voice : you haven’t connected shit ❛ out

enlucent

[ rattles spoons ] does anyone want a starter

#Hi i took an ice cold shower and now i am miserable call the cops #idk if i'll actually write more tonight but plea.... consider..#––––– ◝ . ♡ 𝟎𝟎 . ╱ wilkie collins voice : you haven’t connected shit ❛ out

THE GLOW OF THE MOON SURROUNDS HER , ethereal being of light & sound ---- how wide & curious are her eyes ! ( how innocent is her smile , how fawning & foolish & tender are the features that hold the divinity of a sunrise ) for she is utterly entranced by the sounds pouring through cracked door ---- drawn towards the pale golds , the solemn blues , the melody that drapes itself around her like colorful scarves . she can see the sliver of light cast out into the darkness , as if a single flame could banish the evil that creeps alongside her fragile frame in the night . laura fairlie walks with the grace of an angel , and the curiosity of a fae . bottom lip is drawn between her teeth , peering in towards the mysterious symphony that has taken hold of her heart suddenly ( oh , the way marian would chastise her ! how she would grab laura’s arm and drag her away , how laura would lay awake that night trying to remember the chords that struck her in blues & golds , how she would dream an entire world around the mystery of the warmth that poured through that cracked door ) but her sister is not here , and laura is left only with her own brand of selfishness ---- a tender kind , a harmless kind , the kind that sets the soul alight & turns pale cheeks rose pink

knuckles tap against the weary door frame ❛❛ i’m sorry ---- ❜❜ wood beneath her feet groans , finally , as if suddenly realizing her presence / as if just now realizing that she was more than a ghost passing by ❛❛ i just ---- i heard your song and i couldn’t help myself , it’s so beautiful , truly . ❜❜

@engeil

#engeil #––––– ◝ . ♡ 𝟎𝟎 . ╱ i have died before ‚ how odd to choose june again ❛ writing #aaaAAA I HOPE THIS WORKS KSHGDHFKS

HURRIED IS THE BEAT OF HER HEART ! a quickened pace ---- the thrum in her chest so familiar ( like the beating of bird’s wings , like a lover’s footsteps as they rush towards the dawn ) for how breathless can she be , the air in her lungs is stolen by the sounds of music ; colors like the rising sun washing over pale skin ( for the way she is filled with such radiant light ---- each note another stroke of orange , a rush of red , a kiss of yellow against her closed eyes / her fingertips twitch , yearning to have it fill her like a wineskin . to fill her & fill her until she is bursting & pours out melodies in return ) laura , for a moment , is forgetful of who she is ---- a miserable bride , ushered to paris at the behest of a beast with a twisted grin . oh , how you clench your jaw & purse your lips lady glyde ! how you hold back such cruel words , the venom that you could throw in his face ---- and yet you don’t , for you are a patient & tender thing , and your cruelty is no more than the politeness of a disgruntled doe startled by hunters ( and you know how men are , dear thing . you know that your husband is the devil , that he is a hunter & you are a prize to mount . you know he would only drink your poison like a wine & pour it back down your own throat )

but just as quickly , stolen , as if by a thief ---- her joy vanishes . and the colors fade back to darkness & gray as her eyes search the milling crowd around them [ shouldn’t we get going ? says her dull companion , who was no more than a sitter to tie a leash around her throat at percival’s demand . no , says laura stubbornly , i want to see the dancers ] she can feel the annoyance drug against her skin , angrily , the way marian would dig her nails into laura’s arm when she was being foolish ❛❛ hello -- ! ❜❜ her voice is a sudden strike from thought , fingertips reaching gently towards a pale angel that threatened to pass her by ❛❛ you were on stage tonight , weren’t you ? i recognize your spirit you . ❜❜

@asoprano

#asoprano #––––– ◝ . ♡ 𝟎𝟎 . ╱ i have died before ‚ how odd to choose june again ❛ writing #[ just starts screaming ]#FJASKF FJAD

are we just not going to talk about that transition laura goes through from constantly wearing white to , after she’s married , only wearing white under other colored dresses like . . . the last time she ever wore white was on her wedding day