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@eydenwyndham
The Universe decided to make my favorite person... another memory.
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if only
Journal
If only you could hold me again;
Hold me tightly for a while;
I don’t want to be able to breathe
around your body on mine.
Squeeze the hurt from my lungs
until I am nothing at all,
but melted gold in your arms.
Heal me with your love;
pour me back into
something human.
echoes
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Eyden’s Edge
“No matter how severe your storm, I promise I’ll stay. I will stay through howling winds that whip at my chest. I will stay through the scorching wildfires that burn your edges. Eyden, I will stay and hold you close when the nights leave you shivering, and I will give you space when your heat pushes you into a fiery rage, and I will love you in whichever way you crave. Gods, don’t you know how I love you? Death could never keep us apart.”
I can still hear his words of promise echoing in my mind, only to fade back into this bleak reality of truth. What was once whole is shattered emptiness, echoes of a love now faded. My only "crime" was not being able to cope with death and the need to heal a fragile heart. Inadequate as he found me, this was my best, it was all that was left of a once a proud and strong soul - fragments on the floor, scared that the next wind will blow them away.
I will rediscover who I am, the me that is purely myself. I have these dreams that I need to make into some kind of reality. So now I must go, weave my creative magic into this ether we call the world, and I wish him well even though I will always face forward, moving onwards becoming the best version of myself.
spilled ink
How many pages will it take to
revive my soul?
How much ink must I spill
in attempts to wash you away?
Most importantly,
where is the poetic justice
that I hear so much about?
They say words are powerful,
but I fear that they leave out
what we need to hear the most.
and that is that love knows no other power
but that of its own.
It is bullet proof, reflecting any and all
streams of worlds...
and when we are broken-hearted
we have no other choice but to let it
hurt.
depths
I would have loved you
in only the way your soul knows
to request.
I would have poured ecstasy into its depths,
into every corner and
long forgotten crevice.
Rather than yet another
meaningless end,
we would have been
endless...
had only we ever truly
began.
Reblog this if you’re okay with people sending unexpected IC asks to your muse at any time! No meme prompts needed!
“ I wish I wrote the way I thought;
Obsessively,
Incessantly,
With maddening hunger.
I’d write to the point of
suffocation.
I’d write myself into
nervous breakdowns,
Manuscripts spiraling out
like tentacles into abysmal
nothing.
And I’d write about you
a lot more
than I should.”
~Benedict Smith~
There’s really no shortcut to forgetting someone. You just have to endure missing them everyday until you don’t anymore.
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violent devotion
[ Let me assign you a love language ]
Everyone seems to think you are faithless, but the thing is you haven’t yet found someone who will bring you to your knees and make you raise your head in reverence. This world has stopped bringing you joy, you want more of the divine. You want to dedicate your entire existence to someone; you want to make them realize they are not something terrible, make them see just how much beauty they are bringing to this world. You want to be the only one for them, the only one they have chosen to love. There’s a god shaped pit inside of you and only they can fit in it. And what if they choose to walk away? Didn’t I say this was violent devotion?
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#Eyden
Lady Eyden Wyndham
Character Sheet
Name: Lady Eyden Wyndham
Face Claim: Adelaide Kane
Countess of Clouds Rest
Countess of Thornbrook
Gender: Female
Sexual/Romantic Orientation:Heterosexual
Age:26
Birth date: June 13th
Occupation: Alchemist and Entrepreneur. Editor of Spice of Life Magazine, featuring: Exotic Spices, Light Infused Essential oils, & Infused Loose Teas & Wines. Owner of Spice of Life Shops around Azeroth.
Height:5'4
Build:Petite
Alignment: Lawful Good
Skin Tone: Honeyed complexion
Hair: Chestnut Brown of aged mahogany, rich and deep.
Eyes: A delicate cinnamon with a deep brown rim around the iris.
Relationship Status: Single
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by birgittetheresa
I can have my bit of earth! I can plant seeds anywhere I like.
The Secret Garden (1993), dir. Agnieszka Holland
hey everyone, i miss Uriel
Safe and Sound
Chapter Four
“I am Lady Eyden Loxton, The Countess of Thornbrook, sir. I have come to seek the protection of the Wyndhams, as my parents are now dead, slaughtered by the Horde.” Eyden tried her best to sound like an adult, even though her little heart hammered within her chest. be brave…be brave! She told herself as she sat taller in her saddle.
The gentleman reached out pushing Eydens hood from her head, ignoring the dogs deep growl. He nodded. “I knew your mother Katherine well, and you favor her,” he said.
“And who sir, are you?” Eyden demanded in a slightly imperious tone that caused the gentleman to smile, obviously amused by her bravery.
I am your uncle Richard Donahue, Earl of Friarsgate, my lady, Countess of Thornbrook,” the gentleman said. “I think it is most fortunate I have come upon you instead of someone else. Is your servant without speech, Eyden Loxton?”
“Nay, I think you have frighten her, my lord. She has been very brave these past weeks, and I owe her my life. Eyden answered him truthfully. “Her name is Claire, but I call her Nanna, and my hound is Baron.”
“Richard nodded, turning to this woman. “You need not fear me, Mistress Claire. I am the childs uncle and I shall take you to a place of safety. You can not reach Menethil today. I will send you with two of my own men to guide and protect you.”
“ Thank you, my lord. “ Claire managed to find her voice again. “The child looks ill,” The Earl said to Claire.
“I fear the conditions in which we have been forced to travel have caused it, my lord,” Claire said wearily. “We have had little to eat, and have sheltered mostly outdoors. It has not been easy for my little mistress. Only the dogs warmth kept her from worse harm.”
“No, it would not have been easy,” He agreed. Then, reaching out from his saddle, he lifted the startled child from hers, setting her before him. “You will ride with me, Eyden Loxton,” he said, and drew his fur-lined cloak around her little body. Then he looked at the great dog, who was now baring his teeth. “Come Baron!” he commanded the animal, and, recognizing the voice of authority, Baron obeyed. Eyden instinctively snuggled against the dukes chest. Her eyes grew heavy as they moved off, the even gate of the horse rocking her into slumber as they rode.
Richard looked down on the child for a long moment. He thought fondly of his sister, she had been a great beauty, although she was genuinely unconscious of it. Her blonde hair, violet eyes, and serene face had attracted her husband as far as he could recall, he was only a boy when she had left home. Now Richard was looking down at his niece, and she was the miniature of her mother, all but her ebony locks and cinnamon eyes. Those features she must have been gifted from her father. He was now interested in Eydens story. Why and how had her father and stepmother met their untimely end at the hand of the Horde.
They reached Theramore in two hours time, it was just dusk and they would make preparations for the night. “Mistress Claire, take Eyden to the inn, tell them I will be along briefly. Have the maid draw Eyden a bath and I shall have food sent to the both of you.” Claire gave a nod taking their things from the packs. Richard then made his way to the docs to make arrangements for the voyage to Menethil the following morning. After sufficient arrangements were made he returned to the inn where her had ordered food to be sent to his niece and servant.
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