#soft devotion

[embersoftly]

Well I’ve seen about five different women now on videos and shorts/reels/tik tok, who all have slightly elongated canines.

First; swoon, yes I’m the target audience but it’s getting like I can’t turn a page or watch a clip without wanting to throw myself at some young femmes feet. Going, yea and verily my throat is bared perchance thy thirst doth require slacking.

To use Anita Blake vernacular I am such a blood apple.

~ Elyse 🌿✨

P.S. I’m just saying that I have accepted this gets to me. And my neck is open for lunch, daily 11-2 pm and saturdays by appointment.

[embersoftly]

If I had one wish.

That I could whisper and let the warm wind carry.

It would be to meet you in this place under these trees.

Where my arms find their way around your neck as you drink desire from my lips.

To lay in the green below and in our joy.

The petals around us learn to blush.

[honeywine-xx]

every time you leave,

the room remembers you longer than i do.

your scent in the air,

your shadow on the floorboards—

i live inside the echoes.

[honeywine-xx]

not all fights are fists and fire.

sometimes love is arguing over dishes,

over tired nights and forgotten words.

sometimes it’s two stubborn hearts

learning how to soften

without breaking.

[honeywine-xx]

i don’t want fireworks.

i want coffee that never goes cold

and kisses that say ‘i missed you’ every time.

[honeywine-xx]

Do you ever get addicted to the feeling of yearning after someone you know can’t be with you/don’t feel for you in the same way?

yeah, sugar, i know that feeling a little too well.

it’s like sipping something sweet that burns going down—wanting someone who can’t or won’t meet you in the same place. you start living in the ache, making a home out of hollow places. it’s not about them anymore, not really. it’s the way your chest flutters when you hear their name, the way your thoughts bend like light around them.

you start needing the longing itself. not because it’s good for you, but because it’s alive. because it reminds you you can still feel something deep and sharp and tender. and even if they never look back, you still catch yourself whispering what-ifs into the dark.

but baby, sometimes we mistake the ache for depth, and the absence for meaning. and that kind of hunger? it’ll leave you starving if you let it.

come sit with me a while. we can talk about it soft and slow.

[honeywine-xx]

love me in the quiet hours—where i’m only softness and secrets and the need to belong.

[honeywine-xx]

love me in the quiet hours— where i’m only softness and secrets and the need to belong.