#day 2.

[this-dude-dont-abide]

[10ve1etter]

prompt 14 of pininglongingyearning ... having dreams about the person you long for. // perona x law.

what happens when the ghost princess is the one being haunted?

nightly, different versions of him visit her in her dreams, each of them leaving her in a breathless and wanting state.

sometimes, he's the perfect gentleman, appearing just like he had on the front step of kuragaina castle, boldly setting foot on mihawk's island with black-dusted pink roses in hand. he leads her into a thick fog, shrouding them in its cold embrace, and when she shivers, he drapes his cloak around her shoulders, its feathery neck tickling her cheeks. his words are unintelligible, as if garbled and underwater, but in her dream, all she cares about is the weight of his hand in hers. it shouldn't feel so real. she can hardly remember the last time her corporeal body's hand has felt the weight of another's in its hold.

other times, he's not so gentlemanly, nightmarish even.

she's laying under the blinding glare of an overhead light, the cool metal slab beneath her. he's delicately carved open her chest, wrist deep and fascinated. a masterpiece, law murmurs under his breath, and she shivers beneath his gaze. his hands emerge, bloody and dripping, with her warm, wet heart in his hands. she should be terrified at the gory display, but then he smiles that devilish grin, promising her that he'll keep it safely tucked away in his collection. an ache of jealousy, even in this unreal state, lurches in her heartless chest, manifesting as a particularly angry beat in his hands. it makes him grin down at her all the more, leaning over her so close that his breath fans out over her lips. she dares for him to close the gap between them. to know what it's like for him to kiss her even if it's just in a dream.

each time she's brought back to the waking world, a part of her wishes to forget those dreamscape visions. but, her mind is an unrelenting film reel, running those vivid images over and over again, and fixating on how the real thing would measure up. how could she face him again? how could she not?

[auriustaziam]

eyess emoji.

[mysimsloveaffair]

Teresa has hours to wait before Talib and Adwin return home from school and work.  She walks out into her art room...the room where Jami passed away.

 It’s tough for her to look at Jami’s painting right now. She removes it from the easel and attempts another painting...but her muse is gone. If it wasn’t for Jami, she never would have taken her art seriously. Now that he’s gone, she has to find that motivation for herself. 

[dailyutdring]

Day 2.

Voices.

[limewatt]

It’s been like an actual decade since I last threw up and the threat of it just gets scarier and scarier every time I get super nauseous. Like I know that theoretically I would supposed to feel better afterwards but I don’t wanna do that!!! I don’t wanna! That’s scary!!

[7-percent]

Everyday Another Photo

And how many of you remember that Roberto Zanardi is an officer in the Guardia di Finanza? @totallysilvergirl certainly does.