Your Perfect Icarus

You may address me as Prince. Or perhaps just August, if deemed appropriate. Welcome. Let us get you out of the rain, yes? I’m in need of some company. The inbox is open, lovelies.

[fleur-aesthetic]

instagram | theflowerhat

[klassizismus]

Detail: La Lutte de Jacob (Jacob Wrestling with the Angel). By Léon Bonnat, 1876

[j-k-i-ng]

“Foggy days in Western Germany“ by | Robin Uthe

[fleur-aesthetic]

instagram | bea7507

[scarletprincesuggestions]

Don’t leave me, sweetheart. There is so much I still want to tell you.

[thyliegeaugust]

Why would I ever leave?

Your company keeps me warm through the harsh winter nights.

[fleur-aesthetic]

instagram | eastolivia

[thyliegeaugust]

I am hiding.

Among the flowers, among the stars.

Can you hear me?

[servantsuggestion]

This castle is home, for both me and you; Rest now, for you are safe. I will not allow any harm to come to you.

[mynocturnality]

[fleur-aesthetic]

instagram | ritafarhifinds

[fleur-aesthetic]

instagram | asraigarden

[thyliegeaugust]

I wish the night would last forever.

I wish that,

The soft glow of candlelight,

The smell of lavender,

The secrecy of intimacies,

Would last forever.

[klassizismus]

By Godfrey Kneller (German, 1646-1723)

[thyliegeaugust]

I require someone to accompany me to the gardens.

It’s not somewhere to go alone, after all..

What if I get lost amidst the ferns?

Stolen by the roses?

Coerced to be buried among the saplings?

[springprincess-suggest]

I shall be there with you when you go.

The ferns are nothing but my fingers brushing against you, longing for your hand.

The roses, my arms for which I wish to steal an embrace.

Coercing your to lay beside me and rest, for you work so hard, Your Highness.

[servantsuggestion]

My liege, my liege! Please, won’t you stay here a little longer…?

[thyliegeaugust]

Dearest servant, your insistence flatters me...and of course, I have no place else to go! I’d be delighted to spend some time with a beloved companion.

You have my attention until suggested otherwise.

[thyliegeaugust]

I require someone to accompany me to the gardens.

It’s not somewhere to go alone, after all..

What if I get lost amidst the ferns?

Stolen by the roses?

Coerced to be buried among the saplings?

[thyliegeaugust]

There is something so beautiful, yet frightening about the nature of fire.

It looks so delicate,

Flickering beautifully,

Held up by nothing but the puppet strings of air,

And feels oh so wonderful against my skin..

Yet

Within its licks of flame, it holds destructive tendencies,

Able to devour a forest whole

Deep into the stomach of ash.

It makes for delightful company, no?