lux tides

i get undertones of sadness when i think about the moments that i never got to spend with you i can't decide if i love you more in morning or i love you more at night with its luminous lux tides maybe in the daylight all its pretty madness and the complicated status 'cause the moon don't pick sides and the sun won't resign until you're by my side because the longing needs the leaving and the loving needs the bleeding and your beauty is a blessing and i never got to tell you how i lovе the way my eyes makе yours look green too -- halsey, ya’aburnee

[sharpestlxves]

@lvxtides​

Confused green eyes blinked slowly as he stared at the figure in the hallway. Gloved hand, then reached up to rub at his face as if that could help his clouded mind figure out what he was looking at–who he was looking at. “Do I know you?” Ender asked giving in to the confusion and let the question pour out of him, slurirng slightly. “I feel like I know you…” Then again there were so many faces around camp he had no idea who he knew and who he didn’t…

[lvxtides]

he had been minding his own business today. he wanted to find people and talk to them and find out everything they knew about this place, but he also wanted to find all the little nooks and crannies on his own. it was more fun that way, kingsley thought. he - thus - was conflicted, but ultimately happy, that someone approached him. he beamed up at the tall, lanky man, “oh, hey, i’m new so probably not? i’m kingsley. nice to meet you!”

[lvxtides]

wrxn-blxkely​:

   If not distracted by his own medley Wren might have scared himself into the lake, yet his hands slips instead past his guitar strings as his shoulders hike up almost to his cheeks. 

   “Shit!” he exclaimed, while a deep breath came and went to settle himself. “Hi, damn you are light on your feet.” Wren shuffled between his emotions with a pounding chest before catching sight of the other as he turned. “Oh, um…just a lullaby I heard a ton when I was a kid. Was feeling nostalgic.” 

   There were times on clear nights like this one where his mortal mother would scoop him up with blankets and sit on their window sill making up stories about the sky. Where astronauts were sailors of the stars, guiding their ships from one moon to the next. That was a sweeter time, but as his reminiscences left him with a daze, the son of Asteria returned a smile at the new face nonetheless

“Care to sit? Plenty of room if you needed the lake or whatever.” assuming that’s why the other was out here..

“oh!”

despite being the initiator of the scare, kingsley was still startled by the other guy’s exclamation. it was that instant karma that always made kingsley smile. actions had consequences, even if he wasn’t one to think of those until they happened. he chuckled to himself, shaking his head, “i’m sorry. i didn’t know i was so quiet.”

he pursed his lips, thinking back, and then shrugged suddenly, “i don’t know it. what’s it called? how does it go again?” he almost bombarded the other with questions, blinking expectantly as he waited for answers.

and then his smile bloomed across his face again.

“thanks,” he sat down promptly and crossed his legs, staring at wren, “i’m kingsley, sorry to barge in on you.”

[wrxn-blxkely]

K I N G S L E Y 🌙 

   The night’s sky was like a blanket for the son of Asteria, it’s deep indigo and starry tapestry hugged him as he strummed his guitar softly. His feet kicked off the edge of the pier while the Lake of Lost Souls surrounded him like a silver mirror that reflected the moon that hung above him

   —from a distance you could hear a sweet song being sung like a lullabye caught in the wind.

      ♫ ♪ Won’t you be my little moonsailor                               And sail off to the moon            ♯ Up th___through the starry skies                       In our dream machine balloon♫

    Wren was lost in his chords, head bobbing side to side, to even notice anyone was here at the lake that night. The mage simple was focused on his mother’s stars and a hope that his problems will soon be over…

[lvxtides]

there was something surreal about all of this place - no, all of this new life he was suddenly living. it was amazing to feel such validation in your heart, knowing you were special despite the world telling you otherwise. a sigh, content and steady, wrapped in softly curled lips, fell from kingsley’s lips at the sight of the moon shimmering against the rippling lake.

he would’ve gotten lost in the image and the feeling of elation swelling in his chest - that is, if not for the voice drifting on the breeze reached his ears.

someone else was awake?

curious, he followed the sound like a blue jay seeking their mating call. his smile broke across his face, a sliver of moonlight of his own making when he noticed that it was one of the faces pointed out to him when he had arrived that morning.

“hey!” he called out, unaware that he might scare the individual in the dead of night, “what’re you singing?” he blinked, wide-eyed, as he took a couple more steps towards wren.

[conradfiisher]