Yiqing Yin Couture
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Yiqing Yin Couture
between the greys of shadow and stone, vaelena watches overΒ Β AURION PYKEΒ in silence. β±Β @bloomsredΒ
there was a sickness that came with the sea. it turned the stomachs of land-borne men, slipping their innards inside-out like lambskin gloves, and stole away the good hearts of those who lived by the salt by rending from them their affection for all else. it had turned her ill in its own way, vaelena knewΒ β a pearl was borne from the affliction of its hostΒ β but she loved dearly her own indisposition.
as another licked by the depths, itβs his ailment that she looks for between the blades of his shouldersΒ β watching as salt accumulates there from the effort he expends, trying to read the sweat the way some harridans gauge arrangements of cards. itβs the malady sheβs interested in. the sickness. she thinks she can see something there in the way he bends over the whetstone, tight as the hook in a dying creature.
βi never met your father, lord pyke.β she slips forth unheard, a little blade that has worn softly through its sheath and been stuck gently between your ribs.Β
Hannibal 3.11 ... And the Beast From the Sea
sheβs like a swallow, possessed of her own barbaric song, strange, dark.
Aeschylus, Agamemnon, trans. by Robert Fagles, 1049-1050 (via echymosis)
Γtoile (1989) | dir. Peter Del Monte
Stills from La LΓ©gende de Shalimar (2013) directed by Bruno Aveillan for Guerlain
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There are no seacaves deeper than her eyes; Day treads the trees and she the cavernous night.
Dylan Thomas, from Greek Play in a Garden; The Collected Poems (ed. by John Goodby)
Houghton Bridal Spring 2015
My heart is pierced by Cupid I disdain all glittering gold There is nothing can console me But my jolly sailor bold
shortly after arrival at the eyrie, the white ladyΒ crosses the great hall to join her brother, only to be stopped by the vestige of gods: YADGAR GREYSTARKβs great axe. β± @godfeller
the long cool silver of her hair laps against the fur at her back, a trace of seafoam that has trailed from the blackwater peninsula up into the valeβs cool mountains. there is a disconcerting serenity with which the white lady of driftmark glides through the otherwise messily populated area, and if it is merely expression of her graceful nature that no shoulder brushes vaelenaβsΒ or a symptom of her reputation, it cannot be said.
the only strenuous effort she expends on her body in her crossing of the hall is exerted upon the corners of her lips, withholding her urge to sneer. the crowd is nothing better than a bearβs den, ear-splitting in their din and dampened by travel, left common and fetid. vyros, who holds his composure as well as her own regardless of the toll of journey, is the only one sheβll tolerate.
her sudden pause is a glint of moonlight in the room. a great dual-edged axe lays impacted into edge of an oak table, handle left aloft in the air as if to entreat passerby to take possession. hazardous for a weapon of so fine a make amid a congested room, perhaps, if it were not for a size so impractical it would render the common hand useless. the cant of her head while she traces the length, so delicate a movement as to hear the tinkling of porcelain with it: vaelena has, for a moment, been seized.
βAncient and vicious, luscious as dark velvet. It blooms in you, a poppy made of ink.β
β Margaret Atwood, The Door (via: poetic-sanctum)
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vaelenaΒ velaryon Β , Β as Β written Β by Β taryn Β . Β she/her Β pronouns Β , Β pst Β .
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Marchesa S/S 2011
βStar of the sea, star of the morning, inaccessible queen,β
β Charles PΓ©guy, from The Complete Poems;Β βI Saw A Pretty Street,β
Thomas Lohr
She gleams in the moonlight. Her skin is milk, and steel.
Carole Satyamurti, from Stitching the Dark: Poems; βSex Object,β (edited)