#s1renshe

[batfall-moved]

                          *      )     𝙼𝙸𝚁𝚃𝙷   𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚜    𝚊𝚜    𝙻𝙸𝙿𝚂   𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚝   𝚞𝚙𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜    𝚊𝚗𝚍   𝚑𝚎   𝚗𝚘𝚍𝚜    𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍.     ‘   yeah   wouldn’t   be   the   first   time  . . .  ’    A   LAUGH   hidden  within   words    as    he’s   CAREFUL   ,   draws   them   out    as   tongue   dices   and   slices   pretty   vowels   and   consonants.   ON  HIM   ?   the   english   vernacular   sounds   CHEAP  ,    UGLY   even.     ‘   you   uh  . . .   you   trying   to  offend   me   with   that   comment  ?  ’   eyes   look    over   to   the   corner   where   someone   HOLDS   up   a   hand   and   GESTURES   with   two   fingers  ,    ‘   i’ve   heard   it   all  ’    his   own   hand   rises   as  he  gives   a  gesture  ,  𝚄𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜   𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝.   ‘   though   it’s   always   appreciated  ’ 

                                          *    /    @s1renshe​

[revyrie]

THE PRAGMATIC APPROACH TO STUDYING LIVING ORGANISMS IN THEIR NATURAL HABITATS WAS,      IS,      INVENTED IN THE HANDS OF A CLOCK.      TIME PASSES WITH AGONIZING TICKS AND SHE WORKS SOUNDLY AWAY.      * i stare at the ground beneath my feet and think about what it means to survive.      it is in the changes that occur when nobody is looking——or thought to be looking——which matter most of all.      is   that   how   you   became,      o’   siren ?      the waves swallowed themselves whole and spat you out.      june thinks she could relate if that was the case.      this earth is unholy   /   wholly.      it once opened its crusted core and birthed me from the labyrinthine of its innards,      and then laughed.      a sound so foreign from her own lips.      see,      memory is a funny thing.      correction,      a sick thing.      oh,      perhaps that is the reason it loathes to name her as an origin story.      ❝   i’ve never seen anything like this before,   ❞      says she,      wide - eyed and wondrous,      as   if   beauty   stood   in   its   final   form   right   before   her   eyes.      i sink into this world like a child in need of their mothers arms.      full on water and soil and something unidentifiable.      and its in the latter where i think i’m meant to end up.      ❝   how did you know it was here ?   ❞      /      ♡ ,   @s1renshe​ .

[ltdice-a]

*    (    re:   )        kiss  carmen        .   .   .        demanding.

she  melts  from  the  inside  out.     the  fire  which  erupts  in  her  burns  boldly     &     the  smoulder  of  smoke  seeps  into  her  veins,    fading  the  sense  of    disenchantment     which  so  effortlessly  encircled  existence.    adrenaline  lashes  at  her  flesh,   binding  the  silken  expanse  with  a  trickle  of  goosebumps;     she  feels  alive,    viciously  so,    like  nothing  could  touch  the  precipice  which  her     &     @s1renshe​  have  built  themselves  upon.    an  empire  which  leaves  no  threat  to  be  brought  down;    forged  between  the  veracity  of  two  brazen  women,    entangled  in  state  of  circumstance  but  falling  into  choice  of  endearment.    she  has  never  been  brutally  sentimental,    but  for  her,    she  would  try.   she  would  rip  the  earth  from  the  ground  up  so  as  to  bring  a  graceful  smile  delineating  features  she’s  now    imprinted    into  her  every  thought.

luxury  comes  easily  to  them  now.    betwixt  greedy  fingers    &    conniving  minds,    all  that  is  left  is  the  split  of    cunning  tongues    dipped  in  melodic  tones  of  charm.    she  watches  her  intently  through  heavy  lashes,    peering  fondly  through  the  surface  of  the  mirror  to  which  she’s  been  faced.    the  cold  of  metal  touches  her  collarbones,    lavishly  decored  necklace  sitting  comfortably  upon  bared  skin,    &     the  gentle  click  of  clasp  echoes  as  diana  settles  the  jewellery.    if  she  could,    she  would  vine  their  frames  together.    everlasting,    rooted  into  form  of  nature.    with  a  delicate  grin  gracing  crimson  stained  lips,    she  turns  on  her  heel  to  face  her,    a  hand  reaching  forth  to  settle  on  the  bantam  curve  of  diana’s  waist  to  pull  her  near.       ‟   it’s  beautiful,   di.   you  spoil  me.   ”     her  grin  grows,   deepening  into  blushed  flesh.    &    she  leans  forth,    capturing  her  lips  with  no  sense  of  rush;   but  the  way  her  tongue  carves  a  home  in  her  mouth  speaks  of  her    devotion.    she’d  write  her  name  on  her  flesh  in  riddled  tongues  if  she  could,     to  worship  the  divine.

[ltjg5hadow]

@s1renshe​ to shadow   ( ... ) :      “help me choose something to wear?”

IT’S THE CLOSET FULL OF MONOCHROME,      BLACK AND WHITE AND MAYBE——IF YOU LOOK CLOSELY——YOU’LL FIND EARTH TONES SCATTERED IN A PLACE WHERE NOBODY,      LEAST OF ALL HERSELF,      EVER LOOKS THESE DAYS.      SHE ONLY WEARS THEM ON SPECIAL OCCASIONS AFTER ALL.      THERE’S A WHISPER OF YOUTH TO BE FOUND IN GREEN.      LIKE GRASS STAINED JEANS OR THE STEMS OF PICKED FLOWERS IN TINY FINGERS.      * she wore green to her parents vow renewal.      it’s a distant memory,      faded.      things are always fading,      waning.      this is why she craves the dark.      fly’s best at night.      the sun,      it gives too much away.      they called her shadow because of the way she can maneuver herself in perfect harmony.      you move   /   i move.      attached,      but never to be caught,      and gone at the first sign of darkness.      she thinks it’s a reminder:      i am all of the darkness.      open her up and watch it spill out.      but i digress.

lou gazes upon the other as if two heads have sprouted from the hollow space betwixt neck and shoulder.      ❝   you’re lucky i love you.   ❞      correction,      she is lucky to be loved by you.      ❝   but you might not be so lucky if i’m the one who gets to pick what you wear...      if you catch my drift.   ❞