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                                      I CAN HEAR YOUR HEART BEAT                                                        & I HEAR YOURS

               ( melchior gabor by adam )                                                             ( wendla bergmann by julia )

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      when she   sees his hands move in familiar shapes it’s like CHAINS are lifted from her heavy wrists ( he speaks her language, she is not as alone as her heart made her feel ). still, she doesn’t move much. she’s been staring out this one lone window for HOURS, like the answer to her uneding questions might lie there ( & why SHOULDN’T it? in a world of magic, of sin. what really was out of the question anymore? ).

      - is it  curfew of something of the like? forgive me I’m still getting to know things here. -     she fiddles with her fingers a moment, teeth sinking lightly into her lip, mama’s words still haunting her.     - it’s  good to see someone who knows sign. -

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"I'll always be right by your side to protect you."

SUGAR, SPICE, && EVERYTHING NICE. || ( accepting !! )

        there’s a sudden QUIET. fingers slowly falling from her chest. it was funny how a heart could just skip a beat – only noticed when it fell off balance. you could simply tend to forget it was there, until something pulled it out of sync; making your hands tingle and your toes curl. eyes growing wide as they began to well up – pulling in the GENUINE meaning of words. fingertips catching gently to his knee. the simplicity of touch as it longed to express moments. the small pit in her stomach washing away in his words, exempting her from that well hidden fear  –  pointing to the one hope that sparked their touch; that longing  –  it had meant something to him too.  her love not lost to a wayward dream.  ( i BELIEVE. )  his mind,  but most importantly his HEART. the boy she loved.  and maybe,  he loved her TOO.  that would be her story. to love, to care, to cherish.  and maybe she cared too much, loved too much.  and maybe the story didn’t have a happy end. but melchior was there. and she’d known love.  that story was BEAUTIFUL. 

        arms automatically reaching to wrap around his neck. cheek pressed into his chest, as she fell into a gentle embrace. skipping one beat, skipping two beats –  a soft sighed relief falling out from thin lips in between. in his arms - she felt SAFE; cut away from reality  ( from the CONSEQUENCES ), cared for - lost in momental bliss. the hayloft falling away - the sky opening, welcoming in the stars.  something whispered -  she’d love him always, she’d remember him always – she’d forgive him ALWAYS.  ( all will be FORGIVEN. )  she’d stay true. fingers falling to catch his fingers for just a moment.  the very hands that read the very words of their bodies.  dared to make them whole.  ( there is love in HEAVEN. )  even after all –  shyly pressing lips to his cheek.  no matter how outside words scorned -  he’d be by her and she’d be by him.  TOGETHER. fingers finally returning to her as they stumbled and shook -  tying her top back together.    what could LOVE hurt ??  ( oh, i’m gonna be WOUNDED.  )  god made love in salvation.  it was PURE, it was kind.

        a smile gently tugging along her lips as her eyes found their way back to his. lost in them; hardly pulling out.  ( oh, you’re gonna be my BRUISE. ) fingers pressing into her palm, save her pinkie and her thumb touching her chest - sliding out and in. close to her heart. 

        “ melchior i  –  i want to protect you too. i want  –  to be by YOUR side. i  –  i’ll always TRY to be.  promise ??  you won’t leave me alone. ”

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@educatedsin

    Her eyes are wet with tears – childish tears. her mother had been right all along. this was her fault. all of it. the pain she had then, the pain she had now. her small fingers graze the skin of her stomach, limp & crippled. to think she had put life in there, and now to have lost it — it hurts her mind, and so she tries not to think of it, but it does not work well.

                                  ‘ Melchior I —- I’m sorry, this is all my fault. ‘

    She should not have given in, should have resisted her own need to FEEL something —– anything at all. but she was weak, as eve was weak. whether his hands had been rough or smooth or a combination of the two, she had felt more than nothing, it had been something in the numb crevice of her swollen heart. and now she paid, as eve had, for that weakness of her skin.

                                       ‘ The baby’s gone, melchior. I’m — I lost it. ‘

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@educatedsin || starter call (accepting)

“Seems ya get to live your life JUST ONCE. ... If that’s how it’s gotta be, then I’d rather breathe in LIFE than dusty air!”

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❛ Can I just say that I really, really don’t understand the dress code here?? I got snapped at this morning for my dress, when just two or three people ahead of me, a girl was wearing a crop-top. Not only that, but it didn’t fit her in the chest area at all. I mean, practically everything was hanging out, but no, no, my dress dared to end a centimeter above my knees!! ❜

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