❝ I am exhausted from living up to your expectations. ❞
⎝♕⎞ ;; ― there is a beat of silence -- strong and near deafening in very absence, unpunctuated by breath or words. infinite potential only shattered by shallow flutter of dark lashes, eclipsing candle - flame irises. razorblade slash of pallid pink lips, sorrow and ire that bleed together like watercolors, overlapping and staining thin lines on porcelain flesh. ”Deeds are not weightless -- “ he curls his tongue around his incisors, pressing at the bow of his upper lip. head tilts, and intricate plaits spill along his shoulders like thin chains, pulled loose by seemingly careless movement. the elvenking's hand twitches in an aborted gesture. “If you cannot even carry my words, then you will crumble under your own intentions.“
