at his choice of words, a black eyebrow rises,
looking amused at being associated with
PEOPLE. especially with those who change.
’ do i really seem like the kind of woman who changes? '
the only change that takes place within her is
exploding supernovas, stars that collapse &
become black holes that fill her star colored
eyes. the night only changes with the stars, &
the stars take a long number of years to make
such a change.
’ you dare to? if so, how will you survive my next
absence, no matter how short? ‘
❛ NO ––– BUT nor do you seem the
type leave an old friend without
cause or a farewell. so i've
been wrong before. ❜
threads of the past unravel, a year in
review playing out upon the features
of pale FLESH. she knew not what he
had assumed ; questioned, the ideas
tearing his mind asunder day to day.
( could his curse end even a goddess? )
it is hardly relief that removes said
pallid stain, but the rush of blood
formed by the REALIZATION of his
adhesion to pattern ; he had become
a creature of habit in that he had fallen so
easily back into her star-burned words &
cloaked moods, the mystery of ageless
dark hanging unsaid by all who gazed
u p w a r d s in the smallest hours.
❛ next absence?
––– leaving again? ❜
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