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@sabhyr
hello again kny ! this is marsha – deffo not my first time to kny , nor to my muse but it’s been a hot minute , all the same i have returned . please hit that heart for a starter ! NO CAPS FOR NOW ! but i strive to get around 3 - 5 done!
kabeeedon!
« KABEDON KABEDON KABEDON – // NOT ACCEPTING! »
❝ my , ❞
❝ you’re a spunky one —- & quite a vision at that . ❞ cute ; a little theatrical ophelia . a fire of a girl spun into the aches of earth - bound vagabonds . nightingale in the seams : she flits —- harboring no ounce of recklessness with her glove clad hand , her thumb comes before it stops , to rest unto the apple of the other’s velvety cheek & the lap of priscilla’s own palm cups a fleshful of the slope of their cheek ; like a tender bridge . ❝ d’you usually come around wooing girls like me like this ? ❞
“kabedon” (Small girl foolishly pinning tall woman against wall XD)
« KABEDON KABEDON KABEDON – // ACCEPTING »
to say she was amused was a polar notion , her body is slacken with a rigid yearning tethered to time ; times of brief desire that encompasses her through the smooth expanse of her shoulders . desire for a keen & mild killing / kneeling before the dagger / kissing hell into heaven . —– she’s all too familiar with this scene . it’s etched onto her history of tender misgivings —– littered with glittery eyes & crooked smiles that flicker red across their faces like fragile charts scattered with red pins tacked unto it like finite trails to caress & nip at. but the likelihood of reciprocation is a unforeseeable outcome ; so when she’s pinned back like a three - legged doe that’s yet to grow into its own nimble & awkward bones , she’s speechless for only a moment , a rarity shed of its glory , its bare bones engulfs a haunting symphony of miracles that revels her in throes of gracious relief that it doesn’t show immensely— so she grins with charming ease , like she's not cornered metaphorically & literally .
❝ i think you might’ve gotten yourself confused , doll . this a territory a little too big for you —- ❞
Send in “kabedon” to pin my muse against the wall.
“maybe i’ve always been more comfortable in chaos.”
« FLORENCE & THE MACHINES // ACCEPTING »
❝ you & me both !! ❞ —— FINALLY ! someone up to her speed ! she’s a willing & pliant victim to life & her plentiful offspring of misfortunes . given the macabre upbringing of which priscilla has been self - groomed to wean on sour curdled poison like plush tangerine nectar ------ having been thrown back to hellish planes to & fro like a stupid little rag - doll , it’s an easy endeavor for her to find that the indescribable thrill that lurks like a lowly , coiling serpent is unlike any other kind of scrape & scrummage she’s ever attempted to bargain for . it’s a numbing rhetoric ----- to question priscilla , instead of entertaining her ; priscilla’s not a bad character, but have villages & factions of a continent ever been deconstructed with her reckless , devil may care disposition & raw strength : she’s not saying no !! there’s surfacing semblance that has started to kindle between the two , priscilla dutifully inclines , in her reckless albeit endearing way, & to be quite frank ---- she’s quite fine with this abrupt development ; as a matter of fact , it’s taken fancy to her & nested itself a tight little fit of a home right inside the pith of her bodice . ❝ in fact , why don’t you & i go cause a little bit of mayhem right now ? ❞
“some things you let go in order to live.”
« FLORENCE & THE MACHINES // ACCEPTING »
she has dreamt herself into something of this: an endless death of incongruity —- a construct of a girl picked apart like soft & velvety skins of a burgeoning hyacinth , where it’s concerts of petals are plenty , ripe for the maws of insatiable scavengers . the ruination of girlhood is not a gentle one , only is it ever tender when it is worth being tender for . it is a decadent feast of organs you will gorge on & call it holy / glory , it is a sanctuary slaughtered . priscilla ponders —– that much is clear . her calculations aren’t coming in as timely , her thick brows delicately cleave over her eyes in conflicted fashion .
❝ living with these things…. it’s still a way of living ?? ❞
❝ right ? do i sound misguided ? i can’t tell anymore . i think i’ve already lost a hold of that part of myself that could discern the things i need to let go of from the factions of myself that make me... me ? ❞
“wasting my goddamn time.”
« FLORENCE & THE MACHINES // ACCEPTING »
the dew of priscilla’s tea is pooling at the lap of her tongue like a marveling pond , she drinks from it like it’s of higher interest to her —- though all of her attention is filtered through the mindful gleam of her gilded eyes ; tracing her route of vision over to something of a ghastly cause . the biting thorn embedded in the other’s ( otherwise ) fruitless cadence sprouts wildly like a slaughterhouse of tendrils & could nail down any other like a lamb to an altar ; although it does nothing but ensures priscilla of how pungent her tea tastes & that she must tell flower ( four ?? ) of this .
❝ i see. then why don’t you put your time to better use & take a walk , little dove , clear your head . blow off steam ! ❞ as if priscilla herself hadn’t been the catalyst for the other’s brittle bluster . the tone the taller fosters is placating , medicinal in fact ; but she’s not lost in her direction , she’s aware of her being an outlier to the other’s scheme of living & that detail does nothing but arouse a quick & slight pull of her lips , still planted onto the rim of her cup of tea , coveting the vast tang of the nectar .
❝ also , since you’re just about leaving —– buy some more tea , be careful , why don’t you ? ❞
FLORENCE + THE MACHINE’S ❝ HOW BIG, HOW BLUE, HOW BEAUTIFUL ❞ SENTENCE STARTERS
SHIP TO WRECK
“remind me, what was it that i said?”
“did i drink too much?”
“am i losing touch?”
“what’s with the long face?”
“do you want more?”
WHAT KIND OF MAN
“you were on the other side, like always.”
“i was drunk enough to deal with it.”
“sometimes you’re half in and then you’re half out.”
“how do you manage to have me crawling back for more?”
HOW BIG, HOW BLUE, HOW BEAUTIFUL
“now there’s a few things we have to burn.”
“tell me you see it too.”
“i’m happy you’re beside me.”
“maybe i’ll see you in another life if this one wasn’t enough.”
QUEEN OF PEACE
“what is it worth when all that’s left is hurt?”
“some things never sleep.”
“come on, is this what you want?”
“somebody’s gotta lose.”
“you’re driving me away.”
VARIOUS STORMS & SAINTS
“i gave myself over willingly.”
“i am teaching myself how to be free.”
“if you could just forgive yourself…”
“some things you let go in order to live.”
“i know you’re bleeding, but you’ll be okay.”
“one day this will be over - i swear it’s not so far away.”
DELILAH
“i’m gonna be free and i’m gonna be fine.”
“these chains never leave me.”
“can’t you let me know?”
“never knew i was a dancer.”
LONG & LOST
“are you missing me?”
“is it too late to come on home?”
“i figured out where i belong.”
CAUGHT
“it’s the hardest thing i’ve ever had to do.”
“when i sleep, i never dream of you.”
“i can’t keep calm - i can’t keep still.”
“i forget all that i’ve been taught.”
THIRD EYE
“it tore you open.”
“you don’t know why.”
“you don’t have to be a ghost.”
“you deserve to be loved.”
“i’m the same. i’m trying to change.”
ST. JUDE
“each side is a loser, so who cares who fired the gun?”
“maybe i’ve always been more comfortable in chaos.”
“i couldn’t keep my mouth shut.”
“i’m trying to find the meaning.”
MOTHER
“won’t you leave me?”
“i want no more than this.”
“can you protect me from what i want?”
“all these couples are kissing.”
HIDING
“you don’t have to tell me why.”
“not sure i can deal with this.”
“i know there’s a part of you that i just cannot reach.”
“you don’t have to let me in, just know that i’m still here.”
“it’s your pride that’s keeping us still so far apart.”
MAKE UP YOUR MIND
“i never thought i’d be a killer.”
“while you’ve been saving your neck, i’ve been breaking mine for you.”
“make up your mind before i make it up for you.”
“let me live or let me love you.”
WHICH WITCH
“it’s an old scar.”
“who’s a heretic now?”
“am i making sense?”
“you can’t tell me to regret.”
“i’m on trial.”
PURE FEELING
“it was more than i could bear.”
“you know, i hoped to see you there.”
“i keep on moving in the spaces where you used to be.”
“i knew that this would end in tears.”
CONDUCTOR
“does that make you mine?”
“this work is never done.”
“who’s in control? who’s playing who?”
“i know this part so well.”
AS FAR AS I COULD GET
“wasting my goddamn time.”
“i went as far as i could get.”
“i am unloved.”
“i’m not far enough yet.”
When I wake knee-deep in shipwreck & night-muck, when I am the storm & the storm pummels me, whose lie is that?
— Stevie Edwards, from “Weather Report,” published in Sixth Finch
* @kattori // ♡
the hunch of her shoulders is a delicate albeit swift motion . there’s unreachable depths to her delight that she fosters ---- her hands clipped behind her back from its prior resting position against her wide hips & she starts : ❝ what’s that , little lady ? ❞ it ought to be a call of impertinence , but it rings , flutters around like restless chimes like familiar chains of endearments . her words are something of a plumage , a collective weight tacked onto it prime with her charming spirit of inquiry that’d better suit betrothed to a child’s rather than her’s ; though she’s missed her mark as one , and the childish curiosity had yet to unfurl nor mature into one less ravenous for answers & more for the affable build up .
* @averagebled // ♡
❝ what d’ya got there ?? ❞ primordial curiosity in its rawest form bleeds between her teeth & gently dog - ears the edge of her voice . she remains , forever on her staple of extensive pleasantries . she exists outside of this scene : with its unfamiliar scriptures ---- fervently in mindless disarray & to priscilla ---- it is absolutely nothing of a high heaven for her , it is no sanctuary for her to indulge in nor a place of great fondness for her to be willing to consort to . she’s an outsider to the very thing .
❝ that there , with the pictures & the foreign scrawls ---- ❞
“Before a beauty like you, everything else becomes hazy.” - Sinbad, Lady Killer of the Seven Seas
ll Magi: Sinbad no Bouken (2016) Ep. 12
* @taintedchampion // ♡
❝ you look like you remain a character of many tales . ❞ she hooks her knuckles to her chin absently ----- it pairs porportionally to a eye - catching feat ; with her charming simper that thrives solely upon the innate nectarine deposits that pocket her onlooker’s gaze well . it’s a compliment dug from rather simple conditions , though the concise & husky drawl of her statement makes it appreciably curious if not faintly flattering . she dishes out her words like tributes / praise on a platter , with genuity as your porcelain utensils .
“I am still trying to forgive the world/for not letting me live forever. When I was younger I thought death/was just misunderstanding. I thought when bad things happen/there will be witnesses.”
— Nancy Huang, “Nyquil Dreams,” from Favorite Daughter
* @knighterroneous // ♡
❝ hey , you okay ? ❞ it’s gracefully cutthroat , a honeyed affirmation that slinks back into a grin that’s yet to meet her eyes . there’s an absence of sincerity ---- where priscilla doesn’t typically enjoy catering to the needless lilt others sluice over with coated empathy or of the other sorts . though her sincerity is where it matters & it shows extraordinarily well in her poised , towering stance & in her velvety words that she chooses with finesse & finality , taken to her natural lethargic metronome .
❝ you just seem a little dazed , or a bit lost . ❞
* @azurewishes // ♡
❝ oh , no ----- ❞ her glove - clad hands pivot upwards , in the same likeness of something near a surrender . upon fresh entrance to this more - or - less immensely progressive city , the gesture’s an overwhelming understatement of her current affairs , while meeting the more fashion - forward ( albeit humble ) folks that walk this terrain . she dubs it gaudy at first glance , but the firm enthusiastic dips that fall flat on her lips weigh heavily with a secondary meaning & it simmers exorbitantly on the tip of her tongue like a fervent candle on its last wick . a heady tonality that adopts no ill will -- though through the natural order of things pertaining to priscilla ; she’s long since honed her innate midas touch for egging herself / her words / & others on . ❝ i couldn’t , it seems much more trouble than it’s worth . i’d rather stick to these clothes i’ve got ----- ❞
