#estuery

[odisn]

SMILE  THAT  COULD  BREAK  THE  MOST  STOIC  OF  SOULS ,  ARMS  OUTSTRETCHED  FOR  HIS  LIFELONG  COMPANION .      ❝      Darcy    !    it's been far too long ,  my friend .    I bought you a gift ,  and I was listening to that playlist you made me ,  only a few days ago .      ❞

@estuery      :      s.

[aviscount]

@estuery​​   sent:    “   do   you   always   talk   to   flowers?   ”

“   do   you   always   spy?   ”    it   was   not   proper   for   her   to   be   alone   here   by   herself   ——   or   for   him   to   be   there   too.   besides,   the   image   of   her   from   mornings   prior,   in   the   most   curious   of   outfits,   something   he   was   certain   most   other   .   .   .   ladies   did   not   own.    “   i   thought   you   were   someone   else.   do   not   worry   about   it.   ”

[aviscount]

he   was   .   .   .   an   odd   fellow,   that   @estuery​.    “   where   did   you   both   learn   to   talk   like   that?   it’s   so   .   .   .   ”    improper.   informal.   strange.

[sunscess-archived]

“   you  shall  share  in  all  my  fortunes .   ” (éomer pretend I’m on my multi)

she hums, a satisfied and sleepy sigh ────── as loving fingers dance atop his chest... she smiles as soft amber curls tickle her fingertips, nestling her cheek atop a sturdy breast as she stirs, golden beauty set aglow as she ascends, draping herself atop his body like the sticky heat of midsummer. with a smile, she trails kiss after kiss down the rigid line of his jaw, the dornish princess' sweet nothings like a refreshing breeze nestled between each sweltering kiss. ❛ yes. every victory, every boon...every loss, and every hurt ― you are mine now, my king ― ❜ her head lifts, ebon silk dragging along his skin with the act, a hand cupping his cheek ― an act of power and admiration as a fire burns brighter beneath her stare as she vows: ❛ all that is yours is mine ― and all that is mine is yours. ❜

ben jonson , volpone.  ―  @estuery , ft. éomer

[etyrbye]

SHE WATCHES THEM ALL IN WAVES,      INTENTLY      /      BOTH AFAR AND UP CLOSE,      AND THERE ARE TIMES SHE WONDERS IF THEY SEE THE SAME THINGS IN THEMSELVES AS SHE DOES FROM HER VANTAGE.      IT IS      (OF COURSE!)      A FAR MORE DIFFICULT FEAT TO UNDERSTAND THE WAY EMOTION FORMS AS A TELLTALE IN THE MINUSCULE LINES OF ONES OWN MIEN.      * but there is also something bigger,      something more.      there is a luxury she’s afforded that they bare no cognizant to miss.      ajak starts at the beginning each time she looks upon them,      as she observes phastos now.      everything,      all things,      are connected;      woven together with cosmic energy and frayed reboots.      the mechanism for purity does not have a home among the eternals.      simply,      she knows there is no turning back.      truthfully,      she doesn’t think she would even if she could.     for she sees within them their purpose shining like a beacon.

“   your mind is at work,   ”          she airs laconically,      allowing a brief pause to unfurl in the space between them.      neither shock nor surprise fills her where phastos is concerned.          “   but i feel i should tell you that harm does not come in the form of taking a break,      phastos.   ”      /   @estuery​ ,   ♡ .

[at-kuipher]

send   “   𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇   𝐎𝐑   𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒   ”   for  my  muse  to  answer  honestly  about  yours.     no  lying  allowed.        @estuery    [    amelia   ].

“   if  i  said  pass,     i’d  be  a  liar.     think  we  both  know  that.   ”

[dervoured-a]

@estuery  +  starter call .

wind bites at cheeks   &   waves slowly roll against the sand   :   and it fill her with the same peace it always do .   and usually she would go alone .   clear her head .   usually late at night or early morning to make sure it’s not too packed with people .   even now ,   when it’s colder .   hand in his while walking down the stretch   &   her head tilt to rest against his shoulder ,   hint of a smile tugging at the corner of lips .   same peace she find here ,   she usually find with him aswell .

[dervoured-a]

@estuery  +  starter call .

it’s easier with kids ,   somehow .   adults are complicated and difficult   &   she never quite learned how to really get along .   medical school was always a competition of getting up on top and either being nose into a book or spending her hours at the hospital   :   there was little time for anything else .   but sitting on the livingroom floor ,   some takeout set up between them and esther sleeping on the couch ,   she can’t really find it too bad .   it’s nice .   setting up plans for the future of this house   &   actually slowly seeing it take shape .   become something a little less pulled out from a horror movie .     ❝   thank you .   you know ,   for everything .   i think it’d still be looking a little horror show’y without your help .   ❞