stones taught me to fly; kingslay + any

[etro]

and I ran back to that hollow again the moon was just a sliver back then and I ached for my heart like some tin man when it came, oh, it beat and it boiled and it rang Etro is galaxies and stars and impossibilities lighting the evening sky. She is the contradiction of wonder trapped in a body that did not allow it; she is the contradiction of solemn, plain looks belying the honey tongue and silver-bell voice. She who is in awe of magic and yet cannot see it or touch it. The negator; the equalizer; the eraser. She is fear swallowed in the mouth of bravery and of need smothered by gut-wrenching sacrifice. So when he touches her, she can feel her skin bunch and her nerves crawl to the surface in violent ecstasy in the same time that she closes her eyes and sighs in contentment.  Home. He is home. He smells of that metallic tang of life taken, and still she has never imagined a more comforting scent. He is the angle of a sharp blade and yet she still presses her cheek to it, loving the sweet agony of the first drop drawn. “Kingslay,” his name coming out in an exhale as if her lungs could no longer hold the word back. As if her very body had been cradling the word for years. Suddenly, the time spent apart comes into violent clarity. The loneliness of being without him; the fear she would never see him again. She can feel the pain of it threaten to tear her apart at the seams, and she closes her eyes against the onslaught--pressing her chest into him and bathing in the sensation. “Have you missed me?” she questions with childlike innocence, and she cannot hide the hope that is tangled into each syllable. Oh, how she had missed him. Oh, how she had needed him. Every night, dreaming of the sharpness of his angles and the shadows of his eyes and the way rust seemed to claim his throat so every word was difficult, and yet all the sweeter for their rarity. He was beautiful to her as all poisonous things are; she sensed the danger, and yet she could not turn away. E T R O vanquish and yael’s trait negating desert princess