( n . ) 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓 .

death     through     ❛   𝙵𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙴𝙳     𝙻𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃

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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

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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​

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⅋    ❛  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

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there is no level of language that can explain the emotions i have when i think about kios

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we’re in some High amounst of pain but i wanna try to write so maybe like this

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akakios  ,    alive  ,    in greece    vs    akakios loverdos  ,    deceased  ,    librarian

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⅋    ❛  rbtnk  .

❛❛    ——————    no.    ❜❜

    ❝    𝐘𝐎𝐔    𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍’𝐓    𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍    𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐃    𝐌𝐘    𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀             you can’t say no when you don’t even know what it is  !    ❞   

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⅋    ❛  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  ?    ❞   

[martyrdeath]

⅋    ❛  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  .    ❞  

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   ❝    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

[martyrdeath]

⅋    ❛ 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  .    ❞    

[lavenderfables]

“Years will pass, and you will have visitings of despair and yet be tortured by hope.”

— Mary Shelley, from Frankenstein

[martyrdeath]

              @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  .

[martyrdeath]

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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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