blood / betrayal.

𝙰 𝙶𝙾𝙻𝙳𝙴𝙽 𝙲𝙰𝙶𝙴 𝙸𝚂 𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙻𝙻 𝙹𝚄𝚂𝚃 𝙰 𝙲𝙰𝙶𝙴.

[faircourts]

what if i revamped.

[ofangelicbloodisgone]

“I’m not stalking.”

Except he was. To a degree. Ever since he’d met her he’d been unable to get her out of his mind. Even his siblings had noticed something had changed about him. Of course, he was denying all of it. He was focused on their job, on the fact they were meant to keep the city safe from the demons. A girl wasn’t something he needed in his life. Not when he’d had plenty of fun with those in the downworld. But something about her had piqued his interest and it was difficult for him to think about anything else. And now Jace was hoping he might be able to find her again. Someone like her shouldn’t have been that hard and yet he spent more time looking for her than demons. His hard work had paid off and standing there all he can do is offer a simple smile. “I don’t stalk. I had to make sure you were okay.”

@faircourts​

[faircourts]

HE’S DEFINITELY STALKING HER. she’s convinced she’s seen him far too many times for it to be purely coincidental. new york city is not small by any means — and him seeming to be around just about every corner she turns is far too purposeful. she should . . probably feel terrified , or unsettled at the very least — but there’s something that makes her feel as if she can trust him . . . or that he at least won’t murder her. “ no , no. you’re definitely stalking me. this is the fourth time i’ve seen you this week. ” even despite the situation , the corners of glossed tiers are getting tugged upwards ; a warm grin plastered to her expression. hands drop to rest at her hips , a brow raising , “ you had to make sure i was okay? . . i tripped , i didn’t get hit by a car. —— your concern is appreciated , though. ”

[dovesdeath]

elain  had  always  been  gentle  and  sweet   —   and  i  had  considered  it  a  different  sort  of  strength.   a  better  strength.   to  look  at  the  hardness  of  the  world  and  choose,   over  and  over,   to  love,   to  be  kind.   she  had  always  been  so  full  of  light.   perhaps  that  was  why  she  now  kept  all  the  curtains  open;   to  fill  the  void  that  existed  where  all  of  that  light  had  once  been   …   and  now  nothing  remained.

ELAIN  ARCHERON  of  sarah  j.  maas’  a  court  of  thorns  and  roses  series.   adored  by  odette  !

[faircourts]

KISSING  MEME.   x.

@wratheart  said   ‘  kisses.  ’   ;   elain  &.  lucien.

𝑰𝑻  𝑯𝑨𝑫  𝑻𝑨𝑲𝑬𝑵  𝑯𝑬𝑹  𝑭𝑨𝑹  𝑻𝑶𝑶  𝑳𝑶𝑵𝑮  𝑻𝑶  𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑬  𝑨𝑹𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑫  𝑻𝑶  𝑯𝑰𝑴.   perhaps  that  was  because  she  had  spent  so  long  trying  to  deny  him   ,   to  just  not  think  of  him  at  all.   it’s  not  necessarily  because  she  does  not  like  him   ---   but  she  cannot  see  him  without  hearing  those  words  he  spoke  in  that  throne  room.   you  are  my  mate.   she  hates  the  memories  that  flood  her  mind  when  she  thinks  back  on  the  memory   ,   to  feel  the  pure  anger  and  rage  that  floods  through  when  she  recalls  what  it  felt  like  to  be  dragged  down  in  the  darkness  and  spit  back  out  on  the  marble  floor.

on  a  day  spent  walking  around  velaris  when  rain  begins  to  drip  down  onto  her   ,   she  hurries  into  the  nearest  shop   ---   and  collides  with  a  body  that  she  knows  is  him  long  before  she  looks  up.   she  knows  his  scent   ,   would  recognize  it  anywhere.   being  in  his  arms  feels  so  comforting   ,   so  right   ,   and  it  terrifies  her.   as  he  steadies  her   ,   she  finds  herself  sinking  into  his  embrace   ,   but  still  rejects  his  offer  to  walk  her  home   &.   turns  on  her  heel  to  swiftly  walk  back  outside  before  she  has  the  chance  to  rethink  it.   ;   when  she  is  kicking  and  thrashing  in  her  sleep   ,   tears  streaking  down  freckled  cheeks   ,   it  is  him  that  is  shaking  her  awake.   she  does  not  know  how  he  gets  there  so  fast  in  the  middle  of  the  night   ,   but  she  does  not  question  it   ,   cannot  bring  herself  to  care  about  it  as  she  begs  him  to  leave   ,   choking  out  a  sob  only  once  she’s  sure  she  is  alone.   ;   when  she  starts  her  cycle  in  her  new  form  for  the  first  time   ,   the  pain  is  even  worse  than  feyre  had  made  it  out  to  be.   i’m  going  to  die   ,   she  repeats  to  herself   ,   because  she  is  completely  sure  that  she  will.   she  can  smell  him  even  before  he  bursts  through  her  bedroom  door   ,   concern  etched  into  his  features  until  it  hits  him.   she  cannot  help  but  feel  embarrassed  with  the  knowledge  that  he  knows  she  is  bleeding   ,   but  it  is  him  who  stays  by  her  side  the  entire  time   ---   who  massages  her  lower  back  until  the  pain  subsides  enough  so  that  she  may  sleep   ,   and  he  is  the  one  with  food  and  drink  when  she  awakes.   when  it  has  passed   ,   she  is  too  overcome  with  embarrassment  to  even  thank  him  before  he  leaves.

hunched  over  on  her  hands  and  knees  in  her  garden   ,   she  can  feel  his  presence  behind  her   ,   but  does  not  acknowledge  him  until  he  speaks.   ‘  is  there  anything  you  need  help  with?  ’   ...   her  words  come  out  before  she  can  truly  think  about  what  she  is  saying   ,   “   I  DON’T  WANT  YOU.   ”   she  expects  him  to  not  react   ,   because  he  has  not  reacted  to  any  of  her  harsh  comments  yet   ,   but  this  time   ,   it’s  like  something  breaks  within  him.   ‘  and  you  think  i  wanted  you?   wanted  this?   --   i  loved   ,   love  someone  else  too   ,   and  i  never  wanted  anyone  else  either.   she  was  supposed  to  be  my  mate.  ’   when  he  speaks  he  is  calm   ,   but  there’s  an  anger  buried  deep  down   ,   and  she  feels  the  overwhelming  sorrow  in  the  bond.

then  he  is  gone   ,   and  she  does  not  see  him  for  a  long  time.   she  did  not  know  that  he  had  lost  someone  too   ---   had  been  too  wrapped  up  in  what  she  had  lost  to  even  try  to  get  to  know  him.   she  wondered  if  things  would  be  different  if  she  had  met  him  first   ,   if  perhaps  she  could  bring  herself  to  love  him  if  they  had  met  before  graysen   ,   before  hybern.   ;   the  next  time  she  sees  him   ,   she  musters  up  the  courage  to  invite  him  into  her  garden   ,   to  let  her  see  the  only  part  of  herself  she  has  left.   she  doesn’t  know  how  to  explain  what  exactly  that  means  to  her   ,   but  it  seems  that  he  understands  even  without  her  saying  it.   over  time   ,   she  gradually  warms  up  to  him.   it  starts  off  with  small  stuff   --   asking  if  he  can  help  her  with  something  in  the  garden   ,   or  asking  if  he  would  accompany  her  down  to  one  of  the  shops   ,   to  asking  feyre  to  invite  him  to  her  birthday  party.   she  doesn’t  quite  know  when  it  happens   ,   but  at  some  point  along  the  way   ,   they  become  inseparable.

IT  IS  NOW   ,   after  several  months  of  practically  being  glued  to  one  another   ,   that  they  sit  splayed  on  the  bank  of  the  starlight  lake   ,   feet  still  dangling  in  the  water   ---   it  felt  like  liquid  silk.   remnants  of  the  starlight  still  linger  in  damp  tendrils   ,   brows  furrowed  as  the  pad  of  her  finger  continues  to  trace  the  outline  of  each  and  every  one  of  his  scars.   they  each  tell  a  different  story   ,   ones  that  she  hopes  he  will  one  day  feel  comfortable  enough  to  share  with  her.   “   i  hated  the  fact  that  i  was  made   ,   hated  what  they  had  done  to  nesta  and  i   ,   ”   she  begins   ,   a  distant  look  in  the  dark  pools  of  her  eyes  as  the  memories  resurface.   “   it  felt  as  if  they  had  ripped  my  life  out  of  my  hands.   they  had  stolen  everything  i  thought  i  was   ,   had  taken  away  the  life  i  had  planned  myself.   i   .  .   i  was  so  angry  about  all  i  had  lost  that  i  could  not  realize  what  i  had  gained  in  the  process.   ”

she  falls  silent   ,   turning  back  towards  her  discarded  gown  to  retrieve  something   ,   keeping  it  balled  up  and  concealed  within  her  hands.   “   but  i  am  grateful  that  i  met  you   ,   lucien   ,   and  i  am  grateful  that  i  was  made  because  it  brought  me  to  you.   ”   she  leans  up  to  press  her  lips  to  his  in  a  soft  and  tentative  kiss   ,   taking  one  of  his  hands  and  placing  the  neatly  wrapped  up  napkin  within  his  palm   ,   pulling  away  to  watch  him  unveil  just  what  was  inside   ---   a  small  honey  and  lemon  cake.   she  sees  the  uncertainty  in  his  eyes  and  cuts  him  off  before  he  can  even  say  anything.   “   yes   ,   i  know  what  this  means.   but  you  are  my  mate   .  .  .   and  i  am  grateful  for  that  too.   if  i  have  to  live  for  this  eternity   ,   the  only  person  i  want  to  spend  it  with  you   ---   because  you  make  it  worth  living.   ”   she  falls  silent   ,   reaching  out  for  that  bond  between  them  to  whisper  three  silent  words  to  him :   i  choose  you.

“   now   ,   just  eat  the  gods  damned  cake.   ”   elain  relishes  in  the  laugh  he  barks  out   ,   waits  until  the  entire  cake  is  gone   ---   and  the  moment  it  is   ,   she  leans  forward  to  kiss  him  again   ,   much  more  sure  of  herself  this  time  as  her  arms  loop  around  his  neck  to  pull  him  down  to  her.   she  can  still  taste  the  honey  on  the  stickiness  of  his  lips  and  tongue.   the  bond  between  them  feels  as  though  it  has  been  set  ablaze   ,   melting  into  the  hand  that  finds  itself  in  her  hair  and  cradling  the  back  of  her  head.   my  mate.   my  mate   ,   my  mate.   the  words  echo  in  that  connection  between  them   ,   and  she  knows  then  that  she  is  grateful  to  spend  her  infinity  with  him.   her  mate   ---   her  equal   ,   her  balance   ,   her  other  half   ,   her  soul’s  first  answer.   every  trial  she  has  endured  has  brought  her  to  this  very  moment   ,   to  this  starlight  lake  and  this  patch  of  grass  they  tangle  themselves  on.   she  would  not  change  a  single  thing.

[faircourts]

𝑻𝑯𝑬  𝑾𝑰𝑵𝑫  𝑾𝑯𝑰𝑷𝑺  𝑳𝑶𝑶𝑺𝑬  𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑫𝑹𝑰𝑳𝑺  𝑨𝑹𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑫  her   ,   chilling  the  beads  of  sweat  slipping  down  her  forehead.   hands  balled  into  fists   ,   knuckles  bleeding   &.   bruised  from  past  afternoons  spent  landing  hit  after  hit  on  the  high  lord  of  the  night  court   ,   but  she  does  not  mind  the  sting.   it  is  something  she  has  grown  used  to   ---   she  welcomes  it   ,   even   ;   the  only  familiar  thing  she  has  left  to  hold  on  to.

nesta  archeron  is  pure  rage.   there  is  so  much  of  it  bottled  up  within  such  a  small  girl   ---   it  threatens  to  consume  her   ,   and  although  she  shows  no  sign  of  it   ,   she  truly  fears  the  day.   it  seems  that  rhysand  understands   .  .   understands  just  how  angry  she  is.   understands  the  way  she  longs  for  a  life  she  no  longer  has   ,   understands  the  utter  emptiness  she  feels  in  the  hollow  cavity  within  her  chest  where  the  ash  remnants  of  a  heart  remain.   he  understands  that  she  is  terrified  of  what  she  is  and  what  she  could  very  well  become.   it’s  nice   ,   because  she  cannot  find  the  words  to  express  exactly  how  she  feels   ,   but  it  seems  that  he  does  not  need  words  in  order  to  process  the  very  thoughts  running  through  her  mind  at  just  about  any  given  time.   she  should  feel  afraid  at  how  vulnerable  this  makes  her   ,   but  she  cannot  bring  herself  to.

“   you’re  not  tired  of  this  yet?   babysitting  me  every  day?   ”   she  questions   ,   dark  brow  arched  even  as  she  channels  every  emotion  she  cannot  describe  into  her  next  punch   ---   right  on  his  shoulder   ,   so  hard  it  even  causes  her  to  wince  when  her  knuckles  collide  with  the  hard  body.   “   i  imagine  it’s  not  really  fun.   ”

starter  for  @inkedmoonlight.

[faircourts]

𝑬𝑳𝑨𝑰𝑵  𝑺𝑰𝑵𝑲𝑺  𝑫𝑶𝑾𝑵  𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑶  𝑻𝑯𝑬  𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑰𝑹  with  a  sigh   ---   her  leg  is  bouncing  underneath  the  silk  of  her  gown   ,   but  that’s  the  only  sign  that  shows  that  she  is  even  alive.   otherwise   ,   she  is  as  still  as  a  statue   ,   something  she’s  grown  awfully  used  to  in  recent  months.

her  nightmares  still  plague  her  even  in  the  hours  she’s  awake   --   the  feeling  of  cold  water  clinging  to  her  and  dragging  her  down  into  a  never - ending  darkness.   her  skin  still  trembles  in  the  same  manner  as  it  did  when  the  cauldron  had  hurled  her  out  of  it   ,   when  she  had  sat  on  the  cold  marble   ,   drenched  gown  bunched  at  her  thighs   ,   trying  to  hold  back  the  floodgate  of  tears  that  threatened  to  spill  out.   the  king  of  hybern’s  face  still  stares  back  at  her  every  time  she  closes  her  eyes.

elain  draws  in  a  deep  breath   ,   intent  on  ridding  her  mind  of  such  thoughts   ---   though  no  matter  how  hard  she  tries   ,   they  will  always  be  there   ;   lingering  in  the  darkest  depths  of  her  mind   ,   waiting  until  she  is  weak  and  striking  her  down  from  her  attempts  to  build  herself  back  up.   here   ,   she  waits  in  the  chair  silently  for  what  feels  like  an  eternity   --   though  she’s  sure  it  was  probably  only  a  few  minutes.   then   ,   rhysand  is  walking  into  the  room   ,   book  in  hand.   the  only  sign  of  her  acknowledging  him  is  the  faint  smile  tugging  at  the  corners  of  her  lips.

“   good  morning   ,   ”   her  words  are  meek  and  hoarse  from  the  weeks  spent  barely  using  it.   she  glances  down  to  the  book  in  his  hand  before  meeting  his  gaze  again   ---   a  silent  question  of  will  you  read  to  me  today?

starter for @inkedmoonlight.

[wratheart-a]

the first time elain allowed him to step in her garden,   lucien felt like he was walking on ice.    not like the one he’d ran across when escaping his brothers together with feyre,    but so much thinner.     she’d let him in and showed him a part of herself and he knew exactly what it means   --    elain trusted him.    her silence before they grew close hurt,    but he hadn’t expected to face the bite of her words.    how sweet she still sounded as she turned him away.    he’d given in and allowed her to pull him in and push him away.      now,   it seems they could not pull away from each other.    lucien grins at her from where he stands,   hands on his hips as he pants lightly.       “  the summer court also have this dance--  ”     he slides off his jacket and chucks it onto his chair before he straightens his back and circles elain,  spinning as he does so and clapping rhythmically to his steps.  

he finally stops after rounding her twice,    holding to the back of her chair and holding his head while shutting his eyes tightly.      “  it makes you very dizzy though.    i don’t know how they do it.  ”      one quick breath,   lucien falls into his own chair and rests his chin in one palm,   his metallic eye catching the light of the sun when he finds elain’s face.      “  your turn.  ”      //   plotted with @faircourts 

[faircourts]

𝑳𝑼𝑪𝑰𝑬𝑵.

this is progress that lucien welcomes.     though he tries to hold back his grin,   lucien can’t help the way it spreads over his lips and lights his face.    the metallic eye catches the sunlight pouring on them and lights his hair like a gentle fire.    elain’s comfortable attitude towards the bond and himself is welcoming.    it leaves lucien wondering how close she will let him,    if she will even let him be more than just a friend.     the thought is a soft pulse against the bridge between them as he finds himself unable to cease his mind from racing with the mere thought of her.

the mention of spring grounds him.    a quiet hum resounds from the emissary as he taps his finger gently against the arm of the chair,    letting the memories of his home wash over him.    the spring court had been his home for many years.   it was more of a home than the autumn court had ever been.    he found safety and acceptance there.    above all,   he found a purpose.    he was treasured for his abilities.    what tamlin couldn’t do,   lucien did.   often willingly,   other times as a sacrifice.    it cost him a lot of stress,   yet lucien would not change what he had in the spring court for anything in the world.    he liked tamlin’s court more than he liked the court of autumn.    a biased choice,   perhaps,    definitely influenced by the treatment he received.    but if he had to explain,   he would mention the peace that spring contained,    the refreshing feeling of constant rebirth and growth,    the beauty of youth and wilderness.    his grin fades to a distant smile.

“  i like spring,   too.  ”       he locks his eyes with elain’s,   getting lost in their brown colour as he lets the bridge between them connect their minds.     images flash in his mind and to hers:  of rainbow flower fields,    sparkling large lakes,    meadows with birds chirping,    the lake of starlight shielded by the trees,     the willow tree lucien would often fall asleep under and be woken up by tamlin.    his chest feels hollow with longing and nostalgia for a time that passed too fast.   that he did not appreciate enough.     it spills through the images without him realising even as he summons the memories of the parties and rituals.    the spring equinox with the band playing well into the hours of the morning and faeries dancing to the tune without a care,   drinking and celebrating with whoever was close.    the fire night,   calanmai,   when the spirit and body are allowed to be free with the song of the drums.     lucien omits the depravity of it,    though hopefully elain understands it.     they’d never used the bond so much.    it made lucien’s heart swell,    made him want to sit closer and look in those brown eyes and talk without words for hours.     but he pulls away from it,    shifting in his seat as if to keep himself from slipping right back in.      “ what do you think?  ”

𝑯𝑬  𝑰𝑺  𝑩𝑬𝑨𝑼𝑻𝑰𝑭𝑼𝑳.   it  does  not  take  a  genius  to  figure  that  out   ,   but  this  is  the  first  time  elain  has  truly  noticed  it   ;   glowing  in  the  golden  sunlight  like  some  god  descended  from  the  heavens  themselves   ,   he  is  stunning.   his  hair  reminds  her  of  a  fire   ---   not  a  dangerous  one  blazing  through  the  forest   ,   but  more  like  the  flames  in  an  inviting  fireplace  that  she  would  curl  up  next  to  on  a  cold  winter  day  to  seek  warmth  from   ,   one  that  she  would  fall  asleep  next  to  with  a  welcome  feeling  of  safety  as  the  orange  flames  warmed  the  chill  in  her  very  bones.   the  glint  of  his  metallic  eye  in  the  sun   ,   the  wide  grin  at  his  lips   ,   the  scarred  skin  along  the  side  of  his  face   .  .   he  is  absolutely  breathtaking.   she  wants  to  reach  a  hand  out  and  touch  him   ,   to  trace  the  outline  of  his  scar  with  all  of  the  gentleness  in  the  world   ,   to  melt  into  him.

she  feels  that  connection  between  their  very  souls  and  allows  herself  to  gently  brush  it.   she’s  unsure  if  she  allowed  him  to  hear  those  thoughts   ,   unsure  if  she  wanted  him  to  or  not   ,   but  she  hopes  he  understands  the  look  in  her  eyes  as  she  stares  into  russet   &.   gold.   she  can  feel  as  they  both  seem  to  cross  that  bridge  and  meet  somewhere  in  the  middle   ;   her  mind  is  flooded  with  beautiful  images  of  places  she  does  not  believe  can  possibly  be  real.   it  almost  feels  as  if  she  is  there  with  each  of  his  memories  he  shares  with  her   ---   it  is  her  in  those  fields   ,   it  is  her  asleep  under  the  willow  tree   ,   it  is  her  dancing  and  drinking  the  night  away  until  the  sun  rises  in  the  morning.   the  yearning  he  feels  for  a  time  that  has  passed  far  too  soon  spills  through  the  bond  and  tugs  at  her  heart   ,   at  the  rope  that  leads  her  right  back  to  his  own.   she  knows  she  is  not  the  only  one  who  has  lost  what  and  who  they  love   ---   and  she  tries  to  tell  him  just  that  through  the  bond   ;   i  understand   ,   and  i  am  so  sorry.

she  wants  to  reach  out  and  take  his  hand   ,   unsure  if  he  even  received  her  message   ---   still  not  used  to  the  bond  and   ,   honestly   ,   having  no  clue  as  to  how  to  communicate  through  it.   after  a  long  and  hesitant  pause   ,   she  extends  a  lithe  extremity  towards  him   ,   the  tips  of  her  fingers  grazing  the  top  of  his  hand   ,   scared  that  this  is  uncharted  territory  that  she  is  not  welcome  in.   after  another  beat   ,   it  is  only  then  that  she  lowers  her  palm  to  rest  atop  the  back  of  his  hand   ,   allowing  herself  to  smile  up  at  him.   her  gaze  does  not  leave  his   ,   gradually  moving  her  thumb  across  his  skin   ;   it  is  then   ,   staring  into  his  eyes  and  focusing  all  of  her  energy  on  the  warmth  of  his  hand  beneath  her  own  frigid  one   ,   that  she  concentrates  on  truly  getting  her  message  across :   thank  you  for  sharing  these  with  me.   she  lets  her  thoughts  linger  on  that  bridge  between  them  for  a  few  moments  more   ,   only  pulling  away  from  it  when  she  feels  him  do  the  same.   “   i  think  it’s  beautiful.   it’s  a  shame  i  could  not  have  been  there  to  experience  it  with  you.   ”

[faircourts]

okay hi so !! now that my apartment is no longer flooding, i’ll get to the rest of my stuff after some errands.

[faircourts]

okay hi so !! now that my apartment is no longer flooding, i’ll get to the rest of my stuff after some errands.

[monstermeme-deactivated20191027]

👿.     “     𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒     ”     𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄     .

a     collection     of     scenarios     that     involve     our     muses     ‘     kissing     ’     .     feel     free     to     specify     ,     or     send     ‘     KISSES     ’     for     me     to     randomly     generate     a     number     .     do     not     copy     &     redistribute     as     your     own     .

01. a soft kiss .

02. a rough kiss .

03. a platonic kiss .

04. a bloody kiss .

05. a desperate kiss .

06. a goodbye kiss .

07. a promised kiss .

08. a dared kiss .

09. a ‘glasgow’ kiss .

10. an eskimo kiss .

11. a forehead kiss .

12. a kiss that leaves a mark .

13. an interrupted kiss .

14. an almost kiss .

15. a reunited kiss .

16. a kiss in the rain .

17. an emotional kiss .

18. a secret kiss .

19. a final kiss .

[faircourts]

so storytime i was gonna try to get the rest of my starters n stuff done this morning but then i woke up to a flooded apartment so um . . yeah

[vaememes]

THE    FIVE    SENSES     /      SENTENCE    STARTERS  .

some   may   be   nsfw   and   /   or   be   triggering.   

01    :     TOUCH .

❝ i love this [ FABRIC ], it feels satisfying. ❞

❝ your touch. it leaves me breathless. ❞

❝ your touch is unlike any other. ❞

​❝ have you ever felt anything more comfortable? ❞

❝ feel this. what does it feel like to you? ❞

❝ i wanted to see what it felt like. ❞

​❝ touch it. i dare you. ❞

​❝ you felt ice cold when i touched you. ❞

​❝ you feel warm to me. ❞

​❝ i love the feel of [ FABRIC ] against my skin. ❞

​❝ i love the feel of your skin against mine. ❞

​❝ i would never touch anyone else. ❞

​❝ i love the feel of your hair between each of my fingers. ❞

​❝ don’t you dare touch me. ❞

​❝ i want to feel your lips against my own. ❞

​❝ i can feel your pulse. it jumped. ❞

​❝ let me give you a massage. ❞

❝ you feel like home to me. ❞ 

02     :      TASTE .

❝ i love the taste of you. ❞

❝ i can never forget that taste. ❞

❝ fair warning, it does have a bitter taste. ❞

​❝ no offense, you just aren’t my taste. ❞

❝ can i have a taste of that? ❞

❝ i have yearned for the taste of your lips. ❞

​❝ that tasted pretty good actually. ❞

​❝ it just left a really bad taste in my mouth so no thanks. ❞

​❝ nothing taste better than chocolate. ❞

​❝ i’ve got something you might want to taste. ❞

​❝ i will forever savor that taste. ❞

​❝ blood has such a metallic taste. ❞

​❝ my taste buds are mad at me after eating that. ❞

​❝ how’s it feel to get a taste of your own medicine? ❞

​❝ you didn’t even taste it. ❞

​❝ trust me, you’ll want to taste this. ❞

​❝ i think it has a bit of bitter sweet taste. ❞

❝ so you tasted it, did you like it? ❞

03     :      SIGHT .

❝ i see you. ❞

❝ i’ve never seen things so clearer than i do now. ❞

❝ it’s too dark, i can’t see anything. ❞

​❝ how can you see anything? it’s pitch dark. ❞

❝ i’ve looked close enough and i see you for what you are. ❞

❝ please, just look at me. ❞

​❝ stop staring at me like that. ❞

​❝ get that light out of my face. ❞

​❝ it’s so bright outside today. ❞

​❝ what’s wrong? what did you see? ❞

​❝ you’re scared, you must have saw something. ❞

​❝ what i saw, you’ll never believe me. ❞

​❝ i’ve never seen you before. ❞

​❝ have we seen one another before? ❞

​❝ you see me for what i truly am. ❞

​❝ i didn’t see anything. ❞

​❝ did you see that? ❞

❝ i can’t believe my eyes. ❞

04     :      SOUND .

❝ shhh, i just heard something. ❞

❝ did you hear that? ❞

❝ what is that sound? ❞

​❝ i missed the sound of your voice. ❞

❝ do you hear me? stay away from me. ❞

❝ i hear you, loud and clear. ❞

​❝ i’m sorry, what was that? i didn’t hear you. ❞

​❝ i’ve heard that sound before. ❞

​❝ you didn’t hear anything at all? ❞

​❝ can you hear what they’re saying? ❞

​❝ aw, i love the sound of music. ❞

​❝ i never said i could hear them. ❞

​❝ wait, hear that? something is coming. ❞

​❝ i could hear screams … ❞

​❝ i heard you all the way upstairs. ❞

​❝ you didn’t just hear that? that sound? that noise? ❞

​❝ trust me, you’re going to want to hear this. ❞

❝ please, just hear me out. ❞

05     :      SMELL .

❝ what is that smell? ❞

❝ i have missed your smell. ❞

❝ you smell nice. ❞

​❝ it’s unlike anything i’ve smelled before. ❞

❝ i smell the food cooking from here. ❞

❝ do you smell that? ❞

​❝ how are you able to smell that? ❞

​❝ no offense but it really smells. ❞

​❝ it’s starting to smell. ❞

​❝ tell me, you’ve smelled this before. ❞

​❝ i know that smell, it’s the smell of lies. ❞

​❝ i can smell you from here. ❞

​❝ are you smelling me? ❞

​❝ i missed the smell of your hair. ❞

​❝ i need to step away, get some fresh air. ❞

​❝ do you smell that? that’s the smell of freedom. ❞

​❝ i could never erase your smell. ❞

❝ i can smell the fear on you from here. ❞

[faircourts]

okay hi ! i’m gonna get going on stuff right now. i have abt 14 asks &. i think 7 or 8 starters to write ( and whatever replies i owe ) so ! i’m gonna do as many as i can and then decide if i should queue them or not. <3

[faircourts]

STARTER CALL !

i’ve got some spare time &. i’m itching to write. specify muse !

[mitchellwrites]

deathless ♚ sentence meme

You will always fall in love, and it will always be like having your throat cut, just that fast.

You are going to break your promise. I understand.

You’re lonely too.

It will stop your breath, how cruel I can be.

I am a demanding creature. I am selfish and cruel and extremely unreasonable.

I am your servant.

I crawl at your feet; for before your love, your kisses, I am debased.

For you alone I will be weak.

I belong here, and you will not deny me.

I say these things, and the world listens.

I do not tolerate a world emptied of you. I have tried.

In the dark, I have pored over the loss of you like pale gold.

I will not let her speak because I love her, and when you love someone, you do not make them tell war stories.

I moved the earth and the water for you.

You will always run away with her.

You will always lose her.

You will always be a fool.

You will always be dead, in a city of ice, snow falling into your ear.

You have already done all of this and will do it again.

No one should be judged for loving more than they ought, only for loving not enough.

We look terrible to you, and severe, and you see our blood flying.

What we carry between us is hard-won, and we made it just as we wished it to be, just the color, just the shape.

There need never be any rules between us.

Let us be greedy together; let us hoard.

Do not leave me, swear that you will never leave me.

I am selfish. I am cruel. My mate cannot be less than I.

Sleep with fists closed and shoot straight.

I can’t abide a poor liar.

You look like a winter’s night. I could sleep inside the cold of you.

Oh, quit that. Blushing is for virgins and Christians.

Scold me; deny me. Tell me you want what you want and damn me forever. But don’t leave me.

Bad luck relies on absolutely perfect timing.

In his own country, Death can be kind.

What is the world but a boxing ring where fools and devils put up their fists?

Men die. It’s practically what they’re for.

I am no one; I am nothing.

Nothing in me was not made by you.

A revelation is always the end of something. It might even be cause for grief.

Just tell yourself a story that’ll satisfy you and pretend he told it.

Forever isn’t bright; it isn’t like that. Forever is cold and hard and final.

I savor bitterness - it is born of experience. It is the privilege of one who has truly lived.

If you want to kill yourself, do not use us as your knife.

What did I do wrong? Was I boring? Did I ignore you?

Don’t you dare speak to me like that.

I have worn nothing but blood and death for years.

I have fought all your battles for you, just as you asked me.

I have learned not to cry when I strangle a man.

I have learned to watch everything die.

I am not a little girl anymore, dazzled by your magic. It is my magic, now, too.

Are we not devils?

No one is now what they were before the war.

I have not seen you without your skin on.

Close up your head; your brain is getting loose.

We obsess. It’s in our nature.

I’ve a devil of a habit for being right.

In war you must always choose sides.

If you try to be a bridge laid down between them, they will tear you in half.

We are all dead. All equal. Broken and aimless and believing we are alive.

My old bones will follow yours soon enough.

It is better to be strong and cruel than to be fair.

I will see him with his skin off before I agree to fall in love.

After love, no one is what they were before.

I have survived, but I have not been spared.

In the space of one heartbeat to another I loved you and I was lost to you.

Frighten me, make me cry, only come back.

It’s not so bad, my darling. Being dead. It’s like being alive, only colder.

You’ll think it’s love, while he dines on your heart.

You will be so beautiful when you are old.

I cannot keep you and I cannot let you go.

You will live as you live in any world…with difficulty, and grief.

I look at you and it is like my throat being cut.

She said you’d come and I swore to eat your heart.

I still want to kiss you.

My heart is being cut in two. I cannot bear it.

What happens to anything beautiful?

I have to know, I have to or else you will just rule me until the end of everything because you know and I do not.

[faircourts]

hi, i added in a couple new muses such as JONATHAN MORGENSTERN, ROSE HATHAWAY, and VASILISA DRAGOMIR. send them some love. <3

[kare-no-hogo]

please reblog this if it's okay for me to just pop into your ask box to RP with you even if you haven't reblogged a meme because I just want to RP with you