08-23-2018, 06:43 PM
there’s no part of scripture that ever prepared you for his hands - hands that map
a communion in the cradle of your hips. hands that kiss hymns up your sides.
and, oh, you put him on his knees.
a communion in the cradle of your hips. hands that kiss hymns up your sides.
She has always preferred solitude during the autumn season, safe from prying eyes and unwarranted touches. Beqanna during the breeding season would never be a word that she belonged to and she knew this all too well, accepted her fate with a quiet resignation. Virgo still remembers carrying Pantheon and feeling his soft kicks within her as a constant reminder that she was capable of giving life to something. The memory aches in her chest and she finds herself wandering in the cold rain without much concern for her surroundings. Maybe a disguise would make her feel better? She could pretend to be someone else, someone who doesn’t spend each day in her memories.
Her legs grow longer and her torso grows slender, lovely in ways that she has never been or even dreamed of being. Virgo makes her cheekbones higher and more defined as she’d once seen on other girls. The once pale gray coat brightens to a gold champagne with little freckles around her nose, and then she supposes that she is satisfied with herself for now. It feels nice to be tall, she thinks to herself with something like a smirk across her lovely face. The smile even reaches her eyes so that she looks warm and welcoming for once rather than annoyed. This, she thinks, is the face of someone who could be loved.
Still, she laments that this dreary day is spent alone. Wishbone had left Nerine in the care of someone else and secluded herself somewhere far from here. Virgo was finally beginning to warm up to the young queen, too. Sure, her heart had sworn off love and nailed its door shut until Eerie decided to return from whatever heaven she reigned from, but there was some spark that had made its home within her breast. The embers of her quiet affection still burn slowly there. But time waits for no one and so she roams once more.
The barbs along her spine are slick from the rain and seem a little longer, a little more menacing in this form despite the sleek beauty of the rest of her. Her eyes are still bright amber as they search the forests for some solace from the rain but there are only trees offering half-hearted protection. She shrugs a smooth shoulder and continues on her way. Either she’ll end up back in Nerine or she’ll find something to keep her preoccupied, she supposes.
Her legs grow longer and her torso grows slender, lovely in ways that she has never been or even dreamed of being. Virgo makes her cheekbones higher and more defined as she’d once seen on other girls. The once pale gray coat brightens to a gold champagne with little freckles around her nose, and then she supposes that she is satisfied with herself for now. It feels nice to be tall, she thinks to herself with something like a smirk across her lovely face. The smile even reaches her eyes so that she looks warm and welcoming for once rather than annoyed. This, she thinks, is the face of someone who could be loved.
Still, she laments that this dreary day is spent alone. Wishbone had left Nerine in the care of someone else and secluded herself somewhere far from here. Virgo was finally beginning to warm up to the young queen, too. Sure, her heart had sworn off love and nailed its door shut until Eerie decided to return from whatever heaven she reigned from, but there was some spark that had made its home within her breast. The embers of her quiet affection still burn slowly there. But time waits for no one and so she roams once more.
The barbs along her spine are slick from the rain and seem a little longer, a little more menacing in this form despite the sleek beauty of the rest of her. Her eyes are still bright amber as they search the forests for some solace from the rain but there are only trees offering half-hearted protection. She shrugs a smooth shoulder and continues on her way. Either she’ll end up back in Nerine or she’ll find something to keep her preoccupied, she supposes.
Virgo
he confesses how long he’s looked for a place to worshipand, oh, you put him on his knees.
someone please love this crybaby, lol.