𝐀 𝐒𝐖𝐀𝐍’𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐓 graceful & magnificent in her splendor / with wings dipping against the frozen lakes , her beautiful & shy smile , 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑑𝑦 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑘 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 ( and so if she is all of these things , what is left for him ? he has no qualms being the quiet light / the brush of flower petals / the memory of laughter ) sunset warms ardent hue , tucked into the crevices of his smile as the strings sing their song beneath his fingers ---- what magic he must cast ! how bewitching is he with his music , how enchanting / as notes soar & tremble , as his simple movements inspire such swelled emotion ( a heart so full it threatens to burst , eyes brimming with tears : 𝒅𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅 ? )
❛ doesn’t immortality ever frighten you ? to know that , above all else on this earth , we are eternal ? ❜ and just as swiftly as it had begun , the music stops short upon his fallen hands / a furrow working its way against the sculpt of his brow ---- a strange stoic worry filling his features ( though hard as steel & stone , he appears with all the softness of a summer’s day ) tongue is pushed against teeth , stomach rolling still at the sharpness that has pricked him for a thousand years . the instrument is rested upon his lap , 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 & 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 , in the same way god’s angels appear between clouds that glow ( the ghost of his vabrato lingers in the air ) ❛ at times i . . . feel so cursed . ❜
@SANGUISAUGA LIKED FOR A STARTER !