of blossoms and stone

I loved a maid as fair as summer with f l o w e r s in her hair. Lucy Meadowes. Twenty-three. Florist. Hacker. Freak. Witch. This is not the end of me. This is the b e g i n n i n g .

[troubledskylar]

“But your going to be screwed if she wants to marry you.” Skylar whispered. “Honestly why do you always take me to weird places. Why are we even at a wedding?”

[lucymeadowesdeviants-blog]

“Please, if she marries me then she’s the one that’s screwed. At least you and Cian know what you’re signing up for.” Luce chuckled, eyes falling to Sky, “Because what else are we going to do? There’s free food after this, Sky. Free food.” 

[cianrock]

Cian sleepily allowed her to pin their hands together against the mattress, watching her and soaking all of her in.  It had only been a few weeks, but it felt like years and the more he woke up the more he wanted to kiss every inch of her.  With the question he shook his head.  “Nope, I was in a blissful and entrely dreamless sleep,” he replied, turning his head to take in the flowers she mentioned.  “Did you pick them up at work?  You haven’t done your usual flourish with them.”

[lucymeadowesdeviants-blog]

“Hmm. Good.” Lucy mused, still smiling as she turned her gaze back to Cian. She’d tried her best to call, she really had, but with the odd hours Marcus had her running there’d never been any time between running, and haggling, and occasionally sleeping. She’d thought about visiting him in his dreams, even danced around the edges, unseen, but she’d never found the courage to fall in completely. “Hey! I wanted to get here as fast as possible! Excuse me if they aren’t ten feet tall and changing color.” She defended with a scoff but her grin returned soon enough as she bent down, pressing her lips to his softly as her hands found a home on each side of his face. Her lips migrated to the corner of his, light enough to allow her to mumble, “I missed you.” 

[cianrock]

Cian had been in a dreamless sleep - those were the ones he liked best because it meant he wasn’t seeing anything and there was nothing large on the horizon.  It also meant he had exhausted himself from missing Lucy.  It wasn’t like the house was terribly lonely without her - they didn’t live together, but he had still missed seeing her daily.  It was the streaming of sunlight into the room that roused him, followed by a familiar voice and a weight landing on him.  Letting his eyes drift open, he grinned up at Lucy.  “I should really get you a key, you delinquent.” 

[lucymeadowesdeviants-blog]

“Oh, but I like breaking in. Makes me fell all spy-like.” She jeered, reaching around for his hands where she laced her fingers with his. Her grin grew as she watched him and Lucy fought the urge to brush his hair back, to let her fingers roll over the curve of his lips and line of his jaw. She’d tried her best to ignore how much she missed him but now it seemed to wash over her in waves. She wasn’t accustom to the feeling either, but it wasn’t entirely unwelcome. Lucy had never missed someone before. “You didn’t see me coming, did you? I wanted it to be a surprise. I even brought flowers.” She sang, whipping her head back to nod towards the vase on his desk. 

[lucymeadowesdeviants-blog]

The sun only just starting to peak into view and honestly, no one should have been surprised as Lucy bent over his doorknob, credit card (Kurt’s) wiggling in the lock as she felt around for the latch. When a satisfying click filled her ears, Luce swung the door open and snatched up the flowers she’d grabbed from the shop on her way into town. She hadn’t even been home yet, hadn’t even slept, but she wanted to see him. Making her way straight to his room, Luce set the flowers down on the night stand before tugging the curtains open as morning light spilled in. “Alright, so!” Lucy began loudly, crawling on top of Cian with legs on each side of him, hands pressed onto his chest as a grin cut across her face. “You awake yet?” 

[lucymeadowesdeviants-blog]

Sitting in the back of the ceremony, Lucy sank down into her chair, a small grin on her lips. “What do you think they’d do if I stood up right now and objected?” She whispered, leaning in to the partner by her side while her eyes never left the strangers at the alter. “It should have been me! I’ve loved her all these years!” Lucy recited melodramatically, a grin on her lips. 

[thealtermoon]

[adambparrish-archive-blog]

snowwests said: favorite platonic relationship

[engineeringbiochem]

The Gods fell silent, then- with a thunderous roar replied; “Who are you now?”

[skyeaf-blog]

(insp)

[elizabethwydevilles]

[laitoithil-deactivated20130310]

[wnq-writers]

For a star to be born, there is one thing that must happen: a gaseous nebula must collapse. So collapse.         Crumble.                 This is not your destruction. This is your birth.

n.t. (via wnq-writers)  (via lyraklaude)

[allagentsofshield]

Just like old times, huh? Not exactly.

[quotethat]

Listen to me, your body is not a temple. Temples can be destroyed and desecrated. Your body is a forest—thick canopies of maple trees and sweet scented wildflowers sprouting in the under wood. You will grow back, over and over, no matter how badly you are devastated.

Beau Taplin (via meladoodle)

[melbenoist-archive]

[laurelance-archive-deactivated2]

You’re holding back, Skye.

[hopeswanjones]

..there’s nothing wrong with the data in my head, Skye. There’s something wrong with you.