#scribble series

[jentrevellan]

Part One of a little scribble series, ‘Thedas Botany’, featuring Felandaris which has a very unsettling meaning...

(Notes are by my Inquisitor, Elsie Trevelyan)

[megalopicus]

[megalopicus]

"Although, something else loomed over her. Like she was trapped in a cage, with no way of getting out. It was as if she found something that satisfied her search in life but also trapped her as well.

[flipflopfire]

there is a series of sensations that i am missing terribly, and yet i am unsure if i have ever encountered them at all. it is a combination of smell, taste, touch and tears that is so unfamiliar to me, and yet feels like home. i want to fall into it. skin on skin on breath and laughter on joy and the deepest sadness i have ever known. i don’t know where to find it. i don’t even know the word for it. but i need it more than i need the stars tonight.

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[flipflopfire]

i would bleed enough blood to nourish 10,000 bodies if it meant you would have a good day today.

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[flipflopfire]

i wonder how you would react if you looked at my notebook and saw that it was filled with nothing but you.

i keep sketching you with words. it's all i know how to do lately.

[flipflopfire]

i wonder what you tell yourself when i leave. how you normalize this behavior of me never wanting to finish the beer you bought me. or do you even try? have you learned to shrug it off and just accept that i am an incomplete person, missing that chunk of brain matter that does nothing but scream 'stay' and whisper 'you don't have to go.' why does everybody else have this but me? when i turn to leave and tell you that i will see you later, i see the light in your eyes dim a little. is that out of sadness, or is that just how you react to the tick of the clock and crash of winter overtaking autumn? have i made this normal for you? will you ever expect anything more from another person?

'looks like i gotta head home. i have a lot of work to do.'

[flipflopfire]

and though it is no longer your back pressing into my chest every night, i will always wish nothing but the best for you.

scribble series, night two.