#vitreuse

[tiimemaster-blog]

‘except for a few au's i have with a specific person’

[tiimemaster-blog]

her breath is a sigh, her words are choked flame. but the way her head rested 'pon pale shoulder, the way lean arm snuck around his shoulders ( to hold on tighter, to hold on forever ) ------ that was enough to speak her love.

     it breaks his heart- truly it does, to see her like this. mute and scarred, relying on someone else to communicate to the world. the way her head falls upon his shoulder, the way her arm finds it’s way around him. she is all too close, yet not close enough. yet he knew, should he draw this murderess closer to him, should he allow himself to get lost in her eternal flames once more, it wouldn’t end well for him.

     still, despite the protest from his brain, his heart takes charge. and he leans down, pressing chapped lips to the black tresses that framed her face. perhaps for a moment longer, he’d allow her to corrupt him with her sin.

    after all, was that not what love was?