rcbelqueen ;
was it wrong to yearn for his touch ? to lean into his body & breathe in his scent as if it were the first, and last, time. it might have been– every night and day burned brighter now, as if she’d been living inside a dark room all her life, and just now had the drapes been pulled open. everything was beautiful and terrible at the same time; everything ached, and yet, she wouldn’t dare dream of easier times. how could she ? after she’d tasted bliss and terror like this ? how could she wish for a weaker soul ?
there was an orchestra inside her chest. the melody that sounded when he was near, it haunted every other piece, and its magnitude made her body tremble. the beating of drums was her heart, and strings were her veins; the violins singing to him. she wanted to pry open her chest and let him listen. see, this is my heart. this is my blood. there’s little more, but I give you all.
she turned her body in his arms, facing him with a smile. a smile for him wasn’t a smile she’d share with the world– she could only hope he knew it. she stole a kiss with her lips on the cigarette, stealing it back with a giggle. his eyes had changed for these past few months, as if she’d come to him that first time during the day, and twilight had now come, at last. she wanted to pry him open, too. lazy fingers brushed his jaw, gentle still, as if he might break. her whispered words were theirs only.
“ then what is it ? why won’t you let me in ? “
but he, on his part, secretly gave her pomegranate seeds to eat ( --- so that she would be his forever and always )
‘ RUN, they bid her; flee for he whom they call M O N S T E R
( yet she ate of the crimson; and she became his queen )
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he shines AZURE; it colours up his skin and he doesn’t understand why the tips of his fingers leave SPARKS && when he thinks of her, there’s blood on his tongue and war in his heart. his flesh shifts, T I G H T E N S and he tries to understand the language in his dreams, but there’s no answer. now, he looks at her, CLOAKED IN FUMES and mystery and he understands that he had loved her since the beginning and he will love her until the END. ( wide-eyed warrior, where is your sword? your gun? your CLAWS which rip and tear and break? )
‘ I GAVE YOU MY HEART, but through it i cannot be guide. there’s no limit to my sorrow, my sweet, but your lips are B A L M.
cigarette crushed, his hands enclose her own within themselves and he brings one to his bared chest, where the bluebird in a cage flutters its wings. the other, he carries reverently to his mouth, tongue of lies and deceit for ANYONE BUT HER, lips feathering kisses among knuckles that were never truly bruised but should be.
‘ DEAREST HEART, don’t ask me why my lips are sealed, when all i want to do is kiss you. give yourself to me, KIRA; forever. say you will.
