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hello 7 am im about to write a whole meta on kios’ magic and none of you are ready for it
moonlight glean’d against golden irises , the nighttime prying open the cacophony in his chest & setting free the rush of melody that rings alongside his heart . 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 & 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 ( his eyes turn silver in the light , radiance is not lost / it is not stolen from his pores / it is only transformed ) YOU’RE SOMETHING FAMILIAR TO ME , LIKE A DREAM FROM A THOUSAND YEARS AGO perhaps i saw the world then , when i rested my head against marble / when i rested my head against the heart of a god killer . prophecy & stardust woven into my bones , i watch you through pools of moonlight / 𝑖 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑙𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑒
❝ YOU HAVE QUESTIONS , DON’T YOU ? THERE’S LITTLE THAT I CAN’T ANSWER . ❞
𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 & 𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 [ i have been fear , and i have been consumption / i am tender , and i am wild ] his eyes turn the shade of sunlight , moving to sit down at the edge of the table / white knuckled grip against the books in his hand ❝ i have my limits , but i’m not unreasonable , and i’m willing to help . ❞
@FVCKINGMAGIC
⅋ ❛ αδελφές ψυχές .
❛ you .. know me. ❜ no one had ever looked ‘pon him with that level of recognition before. brows inch toward his hairline carefully , rocking back ‘pon his heels as he skeptically glanced the man up & down for a moment. there was something .. mildly familiar about him. the way the man quirked his mouth before he spoke. but he felt like he was remembering a dream. brows knit gently , bringing his thumbnail to his mouth to gnaw , lolling his curly head to the side as he fixed the man with a curious stare. ❛ do .. do you know what they took from me ? the old gods. i don’t .. remember what it was. just that it was important. & i want it back. ❜
@martyrdeath / closed starter !
love becomes a peculiarity lodged in his throat , it erects monuments in the shape of his body / 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲𝐫𝐫𝐡 & 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 . tenderness reaches out between them , takes a red string & ties it around their sternums —- attaches them with an aching awareness . love bleeds into their marrow , 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑐ℎ𝑜 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑖𝑒𝑠 & forces limbs to entwine across a thousand yawning years ( what abysmal dismay has held captive over my tender heart / what darkness has consumed my thoughts in those long hours of waiting ) MY LOVE , YOU HAVE SAVED ME THROUGH IT ALL my heart is made of glass / mirrors that i use to look through & see you ❝ i do know you . i’ve known you a very long time . ❞
IN THE NIGHT I WHISPER DO NOT GO WHERE I CANNOT FOLLOW
[ is it selfish to ask / if it is me that you’re looking for ? ] AM I THE LOCK OR THE KEY TO YOUR MIDNIGHT DREAMS i was the catalyst , the tipping point ---- 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 / 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐯𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐬 ? what a fool i was , with my head full of sky & my heart full of song ; drunk on the taste of your love ( how stupid i was , to think the world could not touch me so long as i had you ) ❝ they . . . they took a lot of things from you , αγάπη μου . your body , your memories . ❞
i went willingly into that river , 𝑖 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑖 𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑖 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑑𝑖𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑑𝑎𝑦 [ . . . ] i think that’s why i kissed you a little longer / a little harder , before i left
there is no level of language that can explain the emotions i have when i think about kios
we’re in some High amounst of pain but i wanna try to write so maybe like this
akakios , alive , in greece vs akakios loverdos , deceased , librarian
⅋ ❛ rbtnk .
❛❛ —————— no. ❜❜
❝ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍’𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐌𝐘 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀 you can’t say no when you don’t even know what it is ! ❞
⅋ ❛ alleyspat .
❛ so — you must have a death wish. ❜
❝ 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐈𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐀 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇 when you’re already dead ? ❞
❝ specifically when you’ve been dead , hypothetically , 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 ? ❞
⅋ ❛ αδελφές ψυχές .
it was hard for him to remember , impossible even. everything familiar about akakios came back in fragmented bits & pieces , like he was remembering things from a forgotten life. a soft scowl settled ‘pon his maw , shifting back on his heels as he reluctantly sank down into the loft’s golden chair. ❛ how do i know .. i can trust you ? i thought i could trust quentin , but he .. keeps trying to trick me , with the blonde one. alex. ❜
❝ 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐈 𝐃𝐎 𝐓𝐎 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐘𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 ? i know . . . i know you don’t remember me really , but i could tell you stories . ❞
smile softened , a warmth bleeding into his features / liquid sunshine ---- languid reflections of colors , hazed on a warm breeze ( 𝑖 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑎 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑟 , 𝑖 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑒𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑚𝑒𝑡 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 , 𝑖 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑡 ) laughter spills slowly , caught in the harpsichord lodged in his throat , tumbling like waterfalls of honey / as his fingertips gently push back loose strands of hair from jen’s face , he lets their noses brush together ❝ i won’t let them hurt you . but quentin , he ---- has good intentions , he wants eliot back . he just doesn’t realize that i’m on your side . ❞
❝ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 , i’ve been waiting thousands of years for you ---- you mean everything to me . now let me help . ❞
@LAVISHDEVILS GETS A STARTER
⅋ ❛ riddel .
LYRIC STARTERS ↬ @martyrdeath APPLAUSE —————— LADY GAGA.
❛❛ 𝙸 𝙻𝙸𝚅𝙴 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙻𝙰𝚄𝚂𝙴. ❜❜
❝ 𝐈 𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒 ? i admit , i don’t care for it much myself . i prefer the quiet , the unrecognition of life ---- 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑛 . i can only imagine you don’t share the same sentiment . ❞
“Years will pass, and you will have visitings of despair and yet be tortured by hope.”
— Mary Shelley, from Frankenstein
@ALLEYSPAT LIKED FOR A STARTER !
𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐘 tired eyes that reflect a tireder soul / pulled relentlessly like the tides of the ocean , like the turn of the earth . to be weary is to be human ---- penance is carved in the shape of four walls that hold you tightly & refuse to let you free ( 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑖 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑤𝑎𝑦 , 𝑏𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 & 𝑏𝑎𝑟𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑜𝑚 ) stuck with a thousand year sentence to the gray - scale horrors of death / DO YOU KNOW WHAT IT’S LIKE TO DIE ? i have felt water fill my lungs , river reeds wrapping around my esophagus / i was a funeral pyre with out the fire , a sacrifice without the sainthood .
gut churns uneasily , the cacophony of a modern nighttime rushing to surround him . ( you never think to miss rest , 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 & 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐝’𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 ) holiness burns in his mouth / a light kept secret against the roof of his mouth , found only in the stolen tenderness of a love that bruises ❝ it’s . . . rather cold outside , wouldn’t you agree ? ❞ small talk makes his jaw ache ( how strange , for a voice that used to tear itself open in howls of rage ) warmth was a luxury that filled his life once / a memory of shorelines that becomes longing . magic gnaws away at his fingertips , like wine pouring into his bones , 𝒂 𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒔𝒚 𝒆𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒖𝒑 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒌𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒅𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒆 / your magic is so loud , why have you always made it so quiet ? fingers flex , dug into the sinew of his arm harshly , ❝ to tell you the truth , i ---- i almost don’t remember where we’re going , or why . ❞ smile is stuck on his teeth , canines pulling his muscles down into solemness / happiness still makes my whole body ache .
@DAUNTLSS LIKED FOR A STARTER !
𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐔𝐍𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 sunlight pouring like gold through the slatted ceiling / windows magnifying the warmth ( does it wrap around you ? does it call itself home as it cradles you to sleep ? ) a drowsy haze seems perpetual , 𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑎𝑐𝑙𝑦𝑠𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑡 ---- a gaping wound for a heart that refuses to stop beating , despite all the pain , despite the ichor that spills endlessly . even his mouth feels sluggish , like honey coating his tongue / 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐧 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 ( i waited here for you , would you wait for me too ? ) breeze stirs the grasses that swallow them whole , the wild hiding them from the glare of those who seek nothing but pain / like wolves salivating at the thought of sinking their teeth into their flesh ( i’d call you a wolf / your teeth glisten , 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 . but i am more of a sheep / i am the lamb they lead to the slaughter ) the red of his shirt like a bloodstain on the ground , a strange mingling with the darkness that sits like a blanket of nighttime on his companion .
❝ do you ever worry that someone will find us out here ? ❞ teeth dig into the skin of his lower lip , tugging helplessly at the chord of worry that thrums in his chest . head turns , hand laid lazily against the other man’s / hearts threaded together DO YOU UNDERSTAND THE SOFTNESS I HARBOR FOR YOU ? ( so many questions live inside of me every time i see you , they pound at the backside of my eyelids , they demand resolution from you over & over again ) sigh is shoved past his lips , forcing himself into a sitting position / tongue to cheek . 𝑑𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑦𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑠 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦 , 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑑𝑖𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑟’𝑠 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑒 ❝ don’t people ever wonder where you disappear to ? ❞ read : do you grow tired of me ? do you pray for my absence ?
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