#o soft

[boycrowned]

@incarnedine asked : “  i’d  like  to  find  a  way  to  feel  better.  “

a hum under breath , a sort of i’m listening without opening his mouth. he’s been listening the whole time , penelope’s voice the only thing to break a silent night.  ❛   unfortunately , i don’t think that’s something magic can do for you  —— you could do it , though. find a way. you’re smart , and determined , and the first step to feeling better is wanting to.   ❜   if he moved his pinkie it would bump hers in little space between them. instead , he rests a hand over her own , gives it a squeeze.  ❛   you know if there’s any way i can help , i would , right ?  anytime , i’m there.   ❜

accepting          &.          𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙘𝙞𝙚𝙩𝙮 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨.

[etrnty-a]

   𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖  𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍  accepting       [ lazy ]   your muse lazily beginning to touch mine.                            @queenqaos​

𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐒  𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐌  𝐓𝐎  𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐓  𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐆  𝐕𝐀𝐒𝐓  𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐒  𝐎𝐅  𝐀  𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑  𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖  ,   dainty  flowers  in  all  the  colours  of  a  rainbow  brush  dancing  galaxies   &   the  blackness  of  space  they  live  within.    life  itself  seems  far  too  ...  content ?    sleepy ?    it  were  difficult  to  say  with  one  so  stoic.    whether  mere  seconds  ticked  on  by  or  an  eternity  of  two  past  before  aforementioned  abstract  notices  her  wandering  fingers  ,   they  too  could  not  say.    when  they  do  ,   however  ...  a  soft  sigh  fills  the  twilight  air   &   their  own  hand  finds  hers  ,   star  speckled  fingers  curling  among  her  own   &   they  bring  her  hand  to  the  subtle  turquoise  of  their  lips.    a  kiss  as  soft  as  the  fading  fluffy  clouds  above  planted  upon  knuckles.

[straythunder]

❛ kiss me again, & i’ll go anywhere. ❜ - blake & sun.

DEATHLESS.

“anywhere?” one hand cups her cheek so gently it may as well be a breeze.  ( he would never make her feel caged / closed in. if she knows only how to run he'll make sure she has no need to )  the other is in her hair and it doesn’t tangle --- instead he remembers his mother weaving beneath the desert sun. his smile is a confidence that masks his pounding heart and the tremble to his fingertips.

this close he counts her eyelashes and thinks of some stupid line about how if her eyes are gold like treasure then maybe he’s a scoundrel. a pirate hoping for just a glimpse of a glory brighter than any before.  ( but then it sounds like he wants to steal her eyes and that? that doesn’t fit too well in his narrative )  so maybe her eyes are just eyes and maybe he’s thanking every god in the sky for the chance to see them. and maybe his hands are shaking against her skin but maybe she’s distracted by the press of his mouth against hers.

“where do you want to go?” he’s not smiling because teeth against lips is a weird sensation but his voice carries all the warmth it can. another kiss --- a place where they’ll go together. a third kiss --- another journey. “we can start there.”