#centcurine

[abominamenti-a-blog]

‘ Some things may never change. People, however… people stay the same. ‘

ＡＭＥＲＩＣＡＮ ＧＯＤＳ ( ᵐᵉᵐᵉ ) | not accepting anymore

IS IT PAIN, OR NOSTALGIA ? Something in her voice, in her words and the assurence of her philosophy makes him believe she aches. What strange creatures this world is filled with - there is so many song that their hearts can sing, from the most beautiful aria to the tearful lament of hatre and despair.IT MAKES HIM WONDER, what is it - or more likely, who - that broke her soul ? Something must have made her believe that change is not coming ahead - but evolution is the greatest proof of it all ; Mind can be design with new thoughts, and if not naturaly, manipulation is always an answer...

SOME KIND OF PITY IS FOUND IN THE BLACK OF HIS IRIS, looking at her like monster could never.                      ' Maybe, despair blinds you and you cannot yet see those changes ? '

[yaldizli]

“I’m not living, I’m waiting for a solution.”

The moment she says the word ‘waiting,’ Roshan clicks his tongue and shakes his head. “That’s half of your problem right there. Waiting.” He says the word himself with a certain measure of disgust. 

He leans himself on the table and levels his striking eyes on her, intense and severe and all too serious as he speaks. Perhaps more serious than she’s ever seen him. “Waiting is for fools and people too cowardly to go out and make what they want happen for themselves, and you strike me as neither a fool nor a coward.

“So… stop waiting, and make something happen for yourself for a change. If you aren’t living as things are now, then surely the consequences matter little.”

—book starters ( send one! )

[nilnox-blog]

' Luna! ' Formalities are forgotten as she dives forward, haunches digging in as she makes a mad dash to the princess. Arm outstretched, she grabs hold of Luna's waist and hoists her up, twisting out of the way only enough to miss the dualhorn's charge. She would have to apologize for her rudeness later -- - for now, it would have to wait. ' Just hang on to me. '

          lifelong lessons in poise had fled the moment the great beast had appeared ( really, how had the pair not seen such a thing before it was too late? )  and abject terror had lunafreya’s mouth hanging open with silent scream as she staggered backwards. yet how, with sudden yell and grab, she was hoisted out of danger’s path. her arms wrapped tight around friend and guardian before she was even bade to do so.

           ❝ don’t have to ask me twice. ❞ comes breathless answer.

[nilnox-blog]

KICKS DOWN DOOR RHYS YOU ARE AN AMAZING LUNA. You really capture the gentle && regal nature that Luna has and it's a joy to read everything you write, angst or fluff or otherwise. I've never been more lucky to write with such talent as yours. 💕💕💕

validate me, cap’n // accepting

buT NOT AS LUCKY AS I AM TO WRITE WITH YOU HELLO???

[nilnox-blog]

"You will be so beautiful when you are old."

deathless //  nOT ACCEPTING BC I’M DEAD

             words spoken soft between the growing space between them. bama says them in a whisper, parting the pain that has been coming for a while. lunafreya leaves for altissia tomorrow and every fear confided as fire burns low, there was plenty of room for companionable silence. 

             yet bama speaks as a caress and luna leans against the centaur’s warm side. sets a hand against her to brace for the shattering of her heart in her chest. it’s a slow thing. like breaking logs crumbling to ash beneath the fire. she can’t tell her. how weak her bones feel already. it’s easy to hide it most days ( for the sake of her friend, for those she needs to help ) something that need simply be DONE.

            ( she doesn’t have the heart to reply with ‘if’. if gods bless her to see that dawning )

          ❝ i should hope so. i would be very sad to be a queen that didn’t age with grace, ❞ princess says in reply after her own silence has stretched too long. she takes bama’s hand, allows soft smile.  ❝ and i would be pleased to have you by my side to see it. ❞

[nilnox-blog]

forehead toucH to yOU 2

these soft moments // not accepting my gay heart can’t take more

              ❝ your hair is so pretty ❞ lunafreya finishes the braid by sticking small yellow flower behind bama’s ear. her own has been tied into something intricate that the princess could never hope to replicate. it pulls slightly against her scalp but for one merry moment her hair is out of her eyes. uses that to her advantage as she meets the centaur’s eyes. how curious a thing, from the uneasy way they met to now. 

                it takes some work but the oracle leans forward until she can press her forehead to bama’s. the warmth of skin on skin, reassuring constancy since the day they’d first seen each other. lunafreya treasures it, close to her heart ‒ an innocent wish that they should never part.