#fatesealed

[rosespun]

@fatesealed​   said :   ' This feels like a dream. ' A dreadful pause subsequent to his words. Calloused fingers ghost over the softness of her cheek with gaze slanted towards her, lost in thought. A deep inhale through his nostrils softly expelled with even softer words to follow. ' If it is so, then I pray to never wake from it. '

he is beautiful like this,   beautiful in the way he is both day and night,  in the way his eyes turn glassy and his hair fans all about him like flowing black channels.  tender mercy is offered,  fleeting as it may be.  she feels almost submerged in those frosty waters,  where her skin pricks and her fingers thread seamless shapes amongst bated breaths born from opaque bubbles.  it would be a pleasant way to die  ;   to no longer care where she ended and he began,  to lose herself in golden warmth,  and no longer blink past sunrise.   

❝  then don’t.  ❞   so simple.   the words were so simple where they slid off her lips and onto his cheek,  breathing through the tension of her muscles and the last pain in her bones.  perhaps this is how she damns him,  or how he might damn her  —  she does not care.  it was so simple and it was everything to her.  everything. 

on instinct she leans the folds of herself into his hand,  allowing every stretch and every dream to pour away,  until the very last sigh is plucked from her.  claws graze the point where his wrist and hand meet,  tracing faint,  obscure patterns along the faint threads of veins in a primrose haze.  she smiles,  eyes closing as the wisps wink out a thought.   ❝  stay with me,  here,  in this dream.   ❞  

[bismortem]

            ❛    DO WE LOOK LIKE DEMONS  ,  LITTLE HUNTER  ?             WILL YOU RUN IF I CHASE OR ONLY CHASE IF I RUN  ?!   ❜

                      ❛    this one knows better  ,  dear wolf  .                    &&  the ones who wait for us rarely run at all  .  ❜  

                                 @fatesealed​           ( s.c. )

[rosespun]

@fatesealed​  said  :   ❝ some things i can heal, but i cannot heal gently. ❞

✒   the bear & the nightingale   /   slowly accepting.

THE MOON OFFERS ONLY SUBDUED,  MUTE LIGHT.   she gladly drinks this heavenly elixir knowing it merely soothes her wounds,  not expunges them.   dancing in lulling mists can only afford so much reprieve even while the shadows splay all about her,  they remain,  waiting.  somehow,  someway she learned long ago to frolic among side them.  to not fear the oily shadows from whence they spill over,  their hands like gnarled branches and their throats covered in bright red sap.  

❝  healing is never gentle.  ❞   the bluntness of her words contrasts together with the raspy curtain of her voice.  inviting and almost nurturing,  nurturing in a way both serene and gossamer.  she is not the sun,  she is not even the moon.  she is another light  (  violet wisps looming above your head,  violet  wisps leading you home  ).  beside him she merely glitters,  the clink of her jewels ringing out effortlessly in the night accentuated by scales the colour of pale pearls.  

❝   healing is slow and sometimes without care.  it is even agonising a worst,  and numbing at best.  that is why we must endure. ❞  

[mamaterasu]

@fatesealed​ offered :  Gently paps the lovely boof <3

she buries the cheek of her head against his extended arm,  noting the coldness yet not caring, instead revelling in the warmth of his actions and the subtle scratch behind her ears 💖

[rosespun]

@fatesealed​  : kiss. . . . and he would kiss multiple places :'> 

sheets pooled around her waist,  their warmth partly smothers the rise and fall of her chest where she sits up. sunlight barely blinks past the windows, pouring out before her hands and legs, tingling the skin there, where the sun just rises into focus. she did not know what to do with mornings like these, once she thought she did but now? silence. at times she thought it was more foreboding than noise, or dreams, or dreams made up of noise. maybe sleep still makes he shoulders slack, maybe it is ripe to turn her blood into sand. 

❝  i’m sorry. ❞  she whispers, somewhat unsure if this is how she wishes to begin. nothing else trails behind those words, nothing else other than the sound of her own breathing mingling beside his stirring. umiko gazes out at the shafts of light, at the stray dust particles and perhaps someplace beyond that. 

only when his lips meet her naked shoulders does she truly wake up. reaching forward he kisses but a slip of her hair as well, followed by the back of her neck. yone says nothing else, for this might be all he needed to say and do and know.  he sits up beside her, his own hair falling like deepest night made real, made tangible. his hand engulfs her own and he raises it to kiss there as well. 

under his tenderness she feels welcome, warm. no longer enraptured by bits of broken light and a muddy morning filled with an uncertain air. he helps her unravel those knots, they are practically undone now. in return she says nothing at all as well, nothing save turning to meet him and rests her head upon his chest.  

i’m here. 

/  nonverbal,  slowly accepting

[culhund-a]

❛      and     WHO     is going to stop me from doing so,      you     ?       ❜

      @fatesealed​​         /          requested something small.

[culhund-a]

                                  fatesealed  asked.              >Bv

‘        . . .     𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝚃𝙾𝙾 𝙻𝙾𝙽𝙶   ,    and i   might   have to take one of   those   off of your hands.       ‘       the backs of his knuckles gently brushing over the smoothed surface of yone’s mask  ,  feeling every slope and ridge on the brief exchange    -    a rather bold move to do to someone you just met.     then again  ,   so is making unwavering eye contact with him of all servants.    

                                  𝚃𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚄𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁 𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙴𝚈𝙴 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝙰 𝙳𝙰𝚁𝙺 𝙲𝙻𝙰𝚆.

[rosespun]

@fatesealed​  said  :   Discreetly kisses her.. when no one's looking..

behind her the world falls deathly silent,  it often did when they were together,  fading away like a bruise into dusk.  even in those careless moments there had been absolute subtleness about the way they moved,  how each navigated their day.  that was not all.  as if it were a song written by an idealistic and lovesick maiden ;  there were glances,  glances and the touching of fingers when one walked past another,  longing stares easily broken by the sound of rushing water or the clattering of wood.  

yone’s lips brush hers in a familiar gesture.  one warm and welcome for she always aches for it,  aches for him.  he knows this as well,  never had such wanting been clearer.  his lips fascinated her in a way,  they were so soft,  so painfully soft,  almost akin to butterfly’s wings.  when he pulls away she already misses him,  and umiko fears she might always miss him.  ❝  you are quiet like a mouse sometimes.  ❞   she smiles again,  kissing the corner of his mouth,  bumping her nose against his.  ❝  it is rather endearing.  ❞  

she could forget a great many things,  but she thinks,  she hopes,  she will never forget him.  him and all his kisses.