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[vasiliquemort]

Am I not a roe? Not a doe of your fields?

A piece that I was *aching* and *yearning* so long about - with tenderness and shades of adoration as prominent as those I do experience to loveliest, most divine @threeofswrds, to whom my heart lays breathlessly and soundlessly as it is *dead* from joy of ever meeting them<ззззз

Thank you thousand times over!~

[vasiliquemort]

I once fell in love with the sea, Thou called me to thyself. White sun shined over my way, then - My way of mist and decay.

"There is no way out" - souls of birds wept for me. "Still, let me, for once, choke full of it's love" - I said and fell down thee.

The most obsession-inducing thought from most divine @cassandra-allegra had spoken out itself into this piece - to that, just as for that delightful face *and* the glorious head that had imagined it, I am endlessly adoring, impossibly gasping and tenderly reverent.

To that joy of ever meeting you I am thankful evermore<ззз

[vasiliquemort]

"And that man, well… It's doubtful even I could bring justice to him by speaking about what he was like, but there's no vice in trying.

He was a midnight in hell, a violent vessel of blood that was full with flammable powder and devilishly strong wine. He was his own smoke and spice, with coal-black hair and just as fiendish smouldering eyes. If he wouldn't turn out to be a picture made by my own imagination then surely it was Morpheus himself that made this stranger, out of some dark clay and Elysium's tart berries.

A violent concoction of everything that was forbidden to mix. Brutal and gallant, vain and reverent, with a heavy fist wrapped in tenderness."

Most tender mien pulled out a compulsion to conclude this portrait out of my heart. For that I am evermore adoring, and evermore pulled apart by thankfulness~

Traces of my tenderness are drawn after you, oh idol of companionship:з

[vasiliquemort]

A little self-indulgent something in those harsh and trying times☀️🍊