[leithiantinuviel]

---blue roses---  ///margaery x sansa///

you pulled up all the blue  roses in your garden; you  were afraid that they were  going to strangle you in your  sleep (all the hedges have 

prying eyes in this red palace) the lion cub that sleeps in your  bed has claws which are sharper that he will ever realise (you 

hope that he never does) -  the bird that sings in the red  forest is beautiful and lovely  and broken and trembling and  always red as the sun in the sky 

[leithiantinuviel]

—nightlands— ///daenerys targaryen pt i/// 

you emerged from your  husband’s pyre all red and  burning and covered in 

hot ash; a hissing dragon  wrapped around your hips like an obsidian girdle - you  were born to consume the 

world whole; swallow the  sun until you are swollen  and glowing like the dawn 

[leithiantinuviel]

---a kingdom by the sea--- ///aren’t we forever?///

so what if we burn? i want to feel this  heat (this holy fire):

you’re all i can see -  bloody lips and gold  hair and starburst eyes; maybe if we scorch  enough of this world  you and i will be the 

only ones left alive (i want you more  than anything else) 

[leithiantinuviel]

---mary magdalen---

not even holy water can  save me now - i’ve been  sitting at the bottom of this  swimming pool for too long:

(lily soft skin and milky  smiles and honey dipped  eyes and swelling curves)

prayers won’t save us  now: we’re drowning in the  sound - choking on a poison of our own making

[leithiantinuviel]

---envy of Venus---

everything’s a mess but i  can’t stop thinking about  you: draped in midnight’s 

inky shawl; swimming  pool water gracing your  face; eyes edged in blonde  starburst eyelashes that 

even Venus would envy: wild and ethereal and  a million miles away 

[leithiantinuviel]

—imperial yellow—

sunlight trickles off your  skin like molten gold; a  face carved from sunshine 

stretched over soft human  bone - an effigy cast from  bronze: parchment skin 

pulled over red knuckles  (i’m drowning in amber eyes: light and gilded and glittering)

[leithiantinuviel]

---sweet gardener---

you plant gardens bursting  with flowers bedecked in  hazy colours - pastel throats 

bared to the light and stitched  petals glowing pink as lemonade  fizzing in the summer sun; you 

bare your cotton candy heart  to those flowers of yours, words  unfurling from your lips (je t’aime) 

[leithiantinuviel]

---neon lights; city lights; guiding lights---

if love is pain than  darling i want to hurt  tonight: cut my palms

on your glass heart;  bruise my lips on  your calloused skin -  drown myself in your 

blue eyes (leave me numb  and shaky-limbed and  bursting with possibility)

[leithiantinuviel]

—honey lips—

you breathe out sweetness  the way others breathe out  air; softness tinted with 

the taste of your flowery  perfume - fingers holding the  promise of gentleness:

(i hope that this isn’t a bluff) freja’s beauty is nothing  compared to your honey lips 

[leithiantinuviel]

---sunburn---

i can’t stop looking at your lips; pouty and swollen and bowed like  the gentle curves of my violin - 

cheeks flushed as sunburnt skin  (a glowing pink, the pink of dusk)  glossy as the salmons darting in 

warm waters, swivelling towards  a sun the colour of aged wine -  (your sugar taste melts in my mouth) 

[leithiantinuviel]

—baby-blue guitar—

you’re gone now; somewhere  far away where i can’t reach  you - on the desert floor under  an unforgiving blue-green sky - 

you’ve probably forgotten all  about me; wrapped up in your  new purpose, in the calm  of being an empty machine; 

but i promise i’ll remember  you as you were: with a baby  blue guitar cradled in your hands instead of the cold barrel of a gun 

[leithiantinuviel]

---king of the gods---

don’t be afraid of your rage; let your chest glow red with  your unholy anger - dare to 

carve your name in the ivory  pillars of history (who will  remember you if you don’t?)

do you feel that shard of hate  in your mouth? turning your  words to rivers of blood? 

embrace it. take that knife  embedded in your lungs and  wash the red off the blade - 

hold it over your heart and  trust the silvered edge to  keep you safe from everyone 

[leithiantinuviel]

—wild heroes—

your hand is draped across  my stomach, inching under the hem of my shirt, burning hot against my skin (like holy fire);

your lips are turning as blue as  your eyes, winter blue, bright  and pure and wide and strange:  eyelashes like the rays of a dark star;

we’re looking high above - at the  shivering constellations named after  unimaginable grief (i think i catch  a glimpse of their grief on your face)

[leithiantinuviel]

---cotton candy heart---

‘when the stars look down  on you, what do they see?’  they see a girl with a cotton  candy heart and no idea how 

to show her love; a girl who’s afraid to confess her feelings  (it’s still not really allowed, is it?)  a soft face, and a softer heart 

pulsing out of her chest, bubbly and pink and warm; a mouth  bursting with the taste of sugar (how do i begin to say je t’aime?) 

[leithiantinuviel]

—sweet as caramel—

you are a boy with soft blond  hair and dreamy eyes that  turn caramel in the sunlight; 

soft boy, with a tongue begging  to speak poetry, mouth aching  with the need to form the words 

pretty boy, with a New York  flair and pianist fingers and  just a little bit broken inside 

[leithiantinuviel]

—purple moons—

i’m not sleeping anymore - purple  moons under my eyes and a burn in my throat: like i’ve swallowed the sun

whole; you’re in love with him and  he’s in love with you and i just want  you to be happy for once, dammit 

(i don’t deserve to be happy, do i?) but it’s getting harder because i’m  starting to forget how to breathe 

[leithiantinuviel]

---la vie en rose---

cherry blossoms fall as quickly  as they bloom; pink as the blush of new lovers drowning in the  sudden surges of this new feeling

dusk the colour of watery blood and morning burning with the hint  of Homer’s rosy-fingered dawn  (the herald of Apollo’s warm embrace)

lips red as rosy petals sipping tea dark as soil; the taste of ginger  lingering in your mouth, sharp and  hot and bitterly singing of rage