#nephalemheir

[enchaentd]

permanent new bloggie starter call, always accepting!  ˎˊ˗             featuring;  @nephalemheir ♡

        time hadn’t felt real,   it was wonderful.   she was completely and utterly lost,   wandering with no one to hold onto her,   only passing touches,   nothing to keep her anchored to the ground.   and her memory reflected the floaty,   fun colored fog.   sensations brushed past her again.   bare feet on concrete,   the breeze tickling against exposed skin.   it only made her giggle.   it could’ve been days,   or only seconds that she’d been away.   all she knew was that it was time spent completely untethered,   pieces of before not returning to her until much,   much later.   but of course she finds her way back to them.   it’s where her warmth is,   her heart is,   her home is.   she wanders through the door breezily,   right into them,   her arms thrown around them within a moment.   a little lost thing,   found.   it takes her a moment to notice  …  but once she does,   the dread pools.   her arms droop and fall,   and with wide,   anxious eyes,   she looks up at them.   “ madi? ”

[calithal]

@nephalemheir asked: “Where she stops…”

whump wheel -> cj emotions, accepting!  ༄

collapse.

                time  is  completely  lost  to  her.  it  means  nothing,  as  useless  as  the  ticking  on  her  father’s  clock.  time  doesn’t  matter  as  cj  swings,  loose  in  the  air  against  …  something.  it’s  not  any  of  her  business.  she’s  probably  dead  anyway,  or  dying.  for  real  this  time.  she  tangles  between  real  and  not  real,  alive  and  not.  all  cj  feels  is  that  she’s  a  body,  not  a  girl,  and  not  a  sister.  this  body  curls  up  against  another,  warmer  than  hers,  it  incites  shivers  into  her.  through  the  warmth,  she  can  see  how  it  opposites  her  cold.  and  the  fire  is  warm,  so  cj  curls  around  it.  she  develops  an  awareness  around  the  arms  that  hold  her,  drawing  threads  between  the  swinging  to  realize  she’s  being  carried.  a  soft  noise,  carved  out  of  prey,  leaves  her,  a  pounding  migraine  develops.  fragments  of  a  moment  sewn  together  to  reveal  whatever  the  fuck  happened  to  her.

                this  clarity  invites  a  sweep  of  sensation,  smells  she  knew  and  the  feeling  of  her  cheek  against  soft  red  hair.  it’s  too  perfect.  cj’s  eyes  open,  groggy  and  exhausted.    “  where  you  takin’  me?  ”    madi’s  hands  prop  up  her  thighs  and  waist,  tucked  under  them  as  she’s  cradled  up  like  a  little  kid.    “  you  don’t  get  to  have  me,  y’know.  ”    it’s  a  little  bit  of  giving  up  and  self-inflicted  hurt,  and  a  little  bit  of  taunting,  teasing  in  preparation  for  when  cj  inevitably  leaves  them,  again.    “  you  keep  …  tryin’,  but  it’s  not  gonna’  work.  ”    her  chin  thumps  against  their  shoulder,  opening  her  mouth  to  gnaw  on  the  fair  skin  there.    “  i’m  no  good,  and  you  …  you  don’t  deserve  it.  you  don’t  get  to  win.  i  don’t  belong  to  anyone,  definitely  not  fucking  you.  ”

[enchaentd]

❛  nobody has ever made me feel the way you do.  ❜

grumpy x sunshine sentence starters, accepting!  ˎˊ˗

        “ nobody? ”   she echoes,   enjoying the way it reflects around her mind like a song,   and then it moves to her heart.   fiercely special and beloved,   that’s what it met.   her eyelashes flutter against the skin of her cheeks,   flushed and squished against the sunny hammock of home feeling that is madi’s lap.   their fingers tenderly card through her hair,   guiding it out of her eyes where blonde strands are forever falling into her eyes.   she refuses to let allie’s view of the woods to be obscured,   that and the floral fabric of madi’s sundress,   the very one that allie had picked out this morning,   gleefully chattering about how beautiful,   how fitting,   how much sense it made on madi’s body.   gentle fingers peel back the fabric,   dancing as they did so,   so allie could trace over the fair skin and freckles of madi’s knees.   the fairy girl draws patterns and connections and constellations.   

        she mumbles,   dreamy and hushed.  “ even if i told you that everyday,   i don’t think it would be true enough.   you’re everything to me,   madi. ”   it’s so soft and safe here,   everything flows from her,   dreamy and sweet.   she wants it to.   “ i love you,   madi.   i love you so much. ”

[calithal]

“Hey - hey! Hey! It’s me! Cee, it’s me, hey.”

nightmares & sleeping meme, accepting!  ༄

                sleep  has  never  meant  anything  restful,  not  to  cj.  never.  she’d  arouse  everyone  else,  from  very,  very  young,  when  she  could  still  be  held.  the  nightmares  could  be  fought  off,  then,  with  someone  to  share  her  bed,  and  only  pure  comfort.  but  not  anymore.  no  body  in  her  bed  is  enough.  not  even  an  encompassing  being,  intent  on  swallowing  the  world.  

                shaking,  her  eyes  wild,  wide.  white  and  dark  brown  like  an  animal.  white  and  black,  huge  circles.  like  she’d  been  hit,  or  thrown,  or  pinned,  or  stabbed,  or  beaten.  like  she  was  fucking  small,  and  helpless.  she  hadn’t  been  that  way  in  years.  pale,  fire  hands  are  like  rough  ropes.  they  only  make  everything  worse.  the  pure  panic  never  ceases.  she  thrashes  against  the  rope,  screams,  like  she  did  when  she  was  little.  only,  different  from  when  she  was  little,  the  ropes  fall  into  loose  piles  with  only  a  few  pulls,  and  cj  trips  off  the  bed,  stumbles  backwards  into  the  wall,  hitting  it  with  a  pained  whimper.  lashes  heavy,  heavy,  heavy  and  wet,  throat  hoarse,  and  she  can’t  stop  fucking  shaking.  the  world  blinks  into  view,  each  shade  of  darkness  fading  away  at  a  time.  the  ropes  start  to  talk,  they  turn  red  with  blood,  shining  like  rubies  under  the  light  that  streams  in  from  the  window.  winking  at  her.  plastered  against  the  wall,  the  ropes  slither  into  the  shape  of  a  familiar  figure.  concerned,  palms  raised,  sitting  up  on  the  bed  with  a  face  full  of-  fucking  pity.

[enchaentd]

I honestly view as much of a fairie princess as Allie, as in the way you are full of wonder and enchantment. I love talking to you, plotting with you. You're kind and gentle, and terribly sweet. So creative. A brilliant writer. And an amazing friend. Here is all my love because you and your characters mean so much to me

what are your perceptions of me 👁, always accepting! or don't tell me idk i can't decide.  ˎˊ˗

squeezin you in a Big Ass Hug!!!

[enchaentd]

[PLEASE] for receiver’s muse to ask sender’s muse for comfort after a nightmare, or for company staying up so they don’t have a nightmare.

nightmares & sleeping meme, accepting!  ˎˊ˗

        she doesn’t know what makes her do this.   what ruins her and turns her into a monster in the night,   where her head won’t stop creating horrible pictures that she really,   really doesn’t want to think about.   tonight,   it’s that she’s all alone,   and that loneliness turns sharp.   abandoned.   unloved.   the words carved into her skin like brands,   or burned,   maybe.   all she can see is sharp red letters,   jagged and ugly.   something stabbing,   pain,   that makes her sit up,   afraid and startled and no scars but the ones that marr her back.   oh.   allie understands the crying that follows,   made her peace with it,   in a way.   even as she puffs her cheeks out and presses her fingertips to her squeezed shut eyelids,   trying to press it down.   she just needs madi.

        she trails her fingers over spots of pale,   moonlit skin,   freckles that call out to her,   winking from under the blanket.   allie makes sure she’s something soft to wake up to.   delicate fingers tangle into red tresses,   hypnotized by the shine of them,   praying that this is what wakes them,   and not her little huffs of sound.   the fairy girl hears the rumble of her voice,   something like come here,   and they just know,   without words,   what she needs.   it’s too late to make demands.

        allie wiggles into place,   easily.   madi envelopes her completely,   and just right.   perfect.   right where she belongs.   the pressure of madi’s hands against the small of her back,   pulling her closer to them,   still,   only makes her suppress a small,   happy hum.   she focuses on the warmth and the song it sings until allie lulls off to sleep,   only soft,   fluffy,   sweet things clouding up her mind and dreams.   and,   as always,   when things are right and supposed to,   she dreams of madi.

[calithal]

“Don’t worry about it. I was already awake.”

nightmares & sleeping meme, accepting!  ༄

              “  hm?  oh  … ”    she  really  wasn’t  worrying  about  it.  right  now,  she  was  busy  being  sat  up  and  trying  to  prevent  another  one.  the  methods  included  not  going  back  to  fucking  sleep.  cj  had  bunched  herself  up  at  the  end  of  the  bed,  kicked  off  all  the  covers,  just  to  prove  how  much  she  didn’t  fucking  ask  madi  to  do  any  of  this.  she  never  shouldn’t  stayed.  cj  is,  however,  fucking  exhausted.  which  means  her  little  bundle  of  girl  in  the  moonlight  is  too  easily  coaxed  back  down  to  a  soft  slumber.  she  doesn’t  want  to  look  at  madi  at  all.  she  doesn’t  want  to  be  anywhere  close.

                the  breeze  is  too  soft,  it  bites  at  the  bare  skin  of  her  upper  body.  appeasing  madi  is  such  a  faraway  thought  that  it  bites  her,  too.  she  had  burned  when  she  realized  how  close  the  two  of  them  were,  tangled  up  as  cj  had  lashed  out,  torn  from  the  darkness  of  the  night  and  what  being  left  alone  with  her  mind  had  created.    “  i  wasn’t  fucking  worried  about  it.  ”    the  words  press  out  of  her,  seething  on  her  tongue.  vulnerability  strikes  in  her  chest,  squeezing  with  pride.  she  needs  to  get  the  fuck  out.

[enchaentd]

are you allie’s type? (probablyyyy!!!!), always accepting!  ˎˊ˗

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