#verglase

[seeliq]

❛ you learn to feel it less, or you learn to love other things. ❜ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤmy lovely @verglase

WITHERED SPRINGㅤ/ㅤWEEPING FLORA .ㅤshe has long forgotten love's warmth .ㅤher chest has became a hollow cathedral for those she once held so close her thorns ripped the skinㅤ&ㅤmade them bleed ,ㅤa graveyard full of ghostsㅤ&ㅤdangerous things that remain dormant within her .ㅤcreator of her own hauntingㅤ;ㅤshe reaches out for a light that is always too far from the tip of sylph - limbs ,ㅤtoo blind to realize herself is a shadow chained to ruins ,ㅤeroded wristsㅤ/ㅤweaneked anklesㅤ(ㅤit's a void .ㅤthe more she fills it with prideㅤ&ㅤarsenic the bigger it gets ,ㅤravenous ,ㅤwilder ————ㅤ) .ㅤ“ㅤ—————what did you choseㅤ?ㅤ”ㅤa solemn movement causes the chin to rotate in winter's direction ,ㅤthe echo of a pleadge resouning inside the deepest of blue . ㅤthere is a butterfly trapped on her throat ,ㅤwings flapping in dispair trying to escape from its flesh cageㅤ(ㅤisn't that her ,ㅤafter allㅤ?ㅤ) . ㅤ“ㅤto feel lessㅤ?ㅤor to loveㅤ————ㅤother thingsㅤ?ㅤ”

[svyatoiy-arch]

❊   starter call.      @verglase​

❝   sometimes i feel as though i’m in the throes of it.   somewhere in the belly of the beast.   ❞      snow flurried around alina,  her ivory hair caught on gale’s wind.     for a moment she allowed it to wisp against her face,  before brushing it behind her ears.     a flush covered her cheeks,  though if it were from the wind or the embarrassment of giving so much of herself     (  pieces of her weary soul few were allowed to see.  )     to a woman more stranger than friend.     ❝   i love what i can do,  who i have become,  yet sometimes i yearn for normalcy.   ❞

[saintehylia]

            ❝         how   𝖔𝖋𝖙𝖊𝖓   have   you   gone  𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉   here      ?        ❞         curiosity    paints   her   words   a  sweet  shade  of  baby    -    blue,          and   She   watches  the  Other  with  a  careful  eye.                       A      𝔻𝔼𝕋𝕆𝕌ℝ       into  the  woods     and     here   She  finds  herself,      a  hand  on  the  𝙷𝙸𝙻𝚃  of  her  sword     and     her  feet  ready  to  carry  her  out.              a  stranger,    both  to  these  parts   and   to  the  woman,       her  maidenhood  becomes  excommunicated.             once  again,    she  requests     :       how  often  have  you  gone  through  here?         and  She  moves  backwards,       a  bit  further  away.

    ❝      they used to believe that witches lived in these woods. ridiculous, isn’t it?.      //    @verglase​​​​      (   +  a   )       ❞  

legends    have    inklings    of    truth      ––––––     𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖌  on  her  tongue     and     even  stronger  to   leave  her  mouth,       her  sword  forgotten    as  intrigue  takes  a  hold  on  her  skull     and     enters  through  her  ears.          do  you  believe  in  them?        and   She  shakes  her  head,     forceful,     before  scoffing.

       ❝       THERE   MAY   BE   WITCHES   HERE.     ❞      a  change  of  heart,     quicker  than  the  first.        ❝       some  𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔,     however,     are  just  that.     ❞

[gamesover]

curious creature of curious manners:              one could possibly mistake this free spirit for a possum,      if one were not careful enough to bare witness only upon how one such creature should find himself walking with quick steps and eyes sharp.      an attempt to remain discreet,      perhaps,      as he nudges open gilded royal doors to slip beyond.            ❛❛      ...  elsa?      you in here?      ❜❜            disquiet in the harsh eagerness of his whisper,      a soft wince taking to his shoulder when contorted echo returns to user in plus volume.      the splendor of the great library could easily be lost on one of his kind,      bound only by the fetters of his own imagination,      but he will pay respect to traditions of old and tread ever - so - carefully across marbled landing.       inquisitive gaze seeks forth to descry maker of this quest,      tucked with tender care amidst towering plumes of knowledge that spreads neatly across oaken top.

❛❛      there you are!      ❜❜            satisfaction makes feather - light of his grin,      curling skyward in one corner.      keenness;      in the relieving of his weight against gravity,      dropping gracelessly into the seating opposite      —      as they say,      any seat can be made a throne    if one tries hard enough.      he leans forward with one bent elbow,      chin cushioned upon open palm to.      the other?      tucked behind his back,      obscured by broad shoulders as he seeks for coveted attention of    the lady royalty herself.            ❛❛      whatcha doin’?      ❜❜

                                                    ⌜  ღ  ⌟             @verglase

[rpnzel]

it    teeters    on    the    edge    of    her    tongue    ,      desperate    to    be    known    ,      to    feel    a    semblance    of    normality    .          soft    skin    of    her    hands    brushes    against    upper    arms    ,      holding    her    chest    in    tight    .          could    she    maybe    not    be    so    entirely    alone    ?

“    i    was    told    that    you    .  .  .      you    have    magic    ?    ”

@verglase​​          /          starter    call    .

[mangtoi]

        “  don’t ask too many questions,  turn this dream into action to open the door for new highs.  ”

     「 @verglase​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​    ❤ ‘d    for a lyric starter !! 」

[amajanah]

centuries    of    life    spent    on    guard,    the    burden    of    both    warrior    and    leader;    despite    making    a    home    in    paradise,    to    be    at    ease    seemed    such    a    foreign    concept.    𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗠    𝗕𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗛    𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗩𝗘𝗦    𝗜𝗡   𝗘𝗫𝗛𝗔𝗟𝗘 ,    standing    atop    slick,    wet    rock    in    the    heart    of    one    of    the    island’s    many    forests.    even    here,    worry    tends    to    𝑷𝑳𝑨𝑮𝑼𝑬     her    mind,    fixated   on    duty,    on    practice.    it    does,    until    her    head     leans    slowly    back,    the    𝚂𝙾𝙵𝚃    𝙲𝙰𝚁𝙴𝚂𝚂   𝙾𝙵   𝙱𝙴𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴𝙳     lips    𝑮𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑰𝑵𝑮    𝑯𝑬𝑹    𝑺𝑲𝑰𝑵     pulling    her    back    to    the    now.    ❛❛    you    always    know    when    to    interrupt    my    thoughts    —    i    fear    𝙒𝙄𝙏𝙃𝙊𝙐𝙏    𝙔𝙊𝙐𝙍    𝙏𝙊𝙐𝘾𝙃     i    may    have    been    lost.    ❜❜    calloused     fingertips    graze    over    the    woman’s    jaw,    to    𝘓𝘈𝘕𝘎𝘜𝘐𝘋𝘓𝘠    𝘜𝘙𝘎𝘌    𝘏𝘌𝘙    𝘊𝘓𝘖𝘚𝘌𝘙     as    the    mist    of    the   spring    consumes    them.

@verglase​

[osanna]

❛      it’s ...      it’s okay.      i’m   𝒏𝒐𝒕   going to hurt you.      ❜

𝙰 𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙴𝙳 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙱𝙴𝙰𝚃      with an equally conforming complexion rest in the chasm of his ELASTICITY,      the sound of his acknowledgment ringing at the edge of his ears like   𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴𝘦𝘴.      his hand is extended to her with paramount reverence,      the crowns of his teeth glistening with the subjugation of   𝙷𝙾𝙽𝙴𝚈𝙳𝙴𝚆.      any rational person would be afraid,      he knows.      he wants to bring the relief that comes with the openness of his   𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐲.

❛      i know you’re there.      𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗶𝗱𝗲.      ❜      //   verglase      ♡’d.