Woven vines interlaced in gaping holes of one another tie bow strings of afflictions. Severed rope chords snapping a tune of rhythmic starlight; strung constellations cratering deft clouds in high pitched sirens that scream at her:
‘ this is your choice, this is your decision ‘.
The practice of commitment etched into her palm, it’s oozing calamity of boldness curling past her fingertips and submerged beneath the ruins of her nails. They pick at one another until it comes to a stop. A resolution; a screeching halt to which she must confront these perplexities shown to her. Made for her choosing.
And the stars shriek as the door faces her. The edge of the galaxy’s horizon on her fingertips in silent prayer — To be stuck to something, or with someone, would imply a non-negotiable force of being. But she was not going anywhere.
“..If I am stuck with you,” she interprets upon closer inspection and lighthearted scrutiny, “Then you are also glued to me.” Determination fills her lungs in blank space; she is sure there is no one else she would rather be with compared to soft and breathable comfort of him in essence. It punctures her veins and arteries with certainty that knot her digits into the crevice of his open hand. That flesh offered to her in disguise of her choice of which she has wholeheartedly accepted as her own.
“Right ?” She is taken that it is undeniable. That such a mutual demand for being will constrain both of them in elastic that is favorable in both their hands; for her to place herself into this river styx, not knowing the current of which it leads, yet guiding herself to trust in it completely.
reminders of mortality decaying beneath a gilded collarbone, such beacon of masculine vulnerabilities begging those snarling wolves to seek divine satisfactions in his every tremble. neck careens hushed invitations to indulge closer in a height advantage. & brass shall eclipse the silk of his voice, loving tonality twined 'twixt rich timbre of serpentine tongue poised neath jagged ivories. ‘ i’m. . -- alright with that. definitely ! ;; okay with that.‘ treat hither, snag a glimpse, she can see what such paltry twist of devotion had done to this shattered leader. royalty bears scars battering honey words. the corruption she influenced has shattered him.
crimson flush mantled unto facial expressions as his guideline space was diverted in the abyss ; not realizing how jointed he was clutching near the other. lost in transience. mending her with his cheerful snarl of tangled fingers -- even leaders are beyond their own repair. the only difference was having someone beside him now. inhalation transfected ozone ; absorbing her scent in those minimal intimidate seconds that he had yet to focus on. ‘ s-- sorry, i didn’t, uh. . ---. ‘ flirtations 'pon carmine lips they are hurled silent laughter as he releases her, slowly.
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