#vairuler.

[hmnlv]

        you gaze upon her   satin,   golden   beauty interlaced with fine shades of   bronze   and smold’ring   red.    /    certainly,   she was   beauty personified,   but your interest lay   elsewhere.    /    something   beyond   gorgeous silks and wondrous jewels. 

                *your   father.     he is the   demon king.                  *but   ...                   *are you   anything   like him ?                  *or is it merely   blood   and   love   that binds you two ?                  *i mean not to make you uncomfortable.

        your tone is tightly woven with   singularity,    /    in no way does it quirk.    /    for this was something   not   to be taken lightly.    /    and yet you can’t help but voice    /    your   unwavering curiosity. 

                *if i did,   i apologise.                 *we can change the subject if you wish. 

        ( @vairuler makes you wonder.

[purifyr]

       she was a rose dipped   /   in liquid gold   /   fortified in bronze,   and   /   handled with care,   for   /   she bore the sharpest of thorns   /   as all roses do.     he was a carnation dipped   /   in sanguine red   /   petals wilt and rot,   for he   /   was never meant to be a flower   /   but prickly creep vine.     enter :   a foreign feeling   /   for he gazed ‘pon beauty once before   /   widowed love of which spoiled and   /   festered on his holy flesh.       “  you’re lying.  ”       exit :   a man’s heart   /   for fluttering doth cease immediately   /   canary heart caged in ivory bars   /   strong enough to contain even the most savage of feelings. 

        o,   but her beauty is ruined by her childish demeanor.     how fondly   /   she toys with him.     falseness on the tongue and trickery in the eyes.     his humour has long since   /   ran dry,   but his patience,   /   the nile river.     he will not put frustration   /   out on display   /   for his defeat would soon showcase and   /   there was something in the little   /   victories.      “  i suppose i’ll ask someone else.     goodbye.  ”      taken no time   /   to turn   /   heel grit into desert sand   /   strings tight and   /   beginning meandering pace in the opposite direction.       ( @vairuler​ because i love gallie.