12-14-2019, 02:14 AM
<link href="https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Cormorant|Great Vibes" rel='stylesheet' type='text/css'><style>.lilt_container {width: 500px; background-color: #352541; border: 1px solid #EAEAEA; box-shadow: 0px 0px 10px 0px}.lilt_name {position: relative; z-index: 1; font: 60px 'Great Vibes', serif; color: #766881; bottom: -1px; left: 140px; letter-spacing: 0px}.lilt_quote {text-align: center; font: 15px 'Cormorant', serif; color: #766881; letter-spacing: 0px; padding: 5px}.lilt_message {width: 450px; text-align: justify; font: 12px 'Times', serif; color:#EAEAEA; background-color: #352541; opacity: 0.7; padding:25px;}</style><center><div class="lilt_container"><div class="lilt_quote"><br>{ and all we are is skin and bone trained to get along,<br>forever going with the flow but you're friction }</div><div class="lilt_message">There’s a moment where her heart stops in her chest, when the blood in her veins runs cold as the shadows drop and reveal the lion.
She thinks of the desert, of sharp claws sinking into her skin and dragging across her; she thinks of the smell of her own blood and they way the lion’s teeth glinted in the blistering sun.
When she begins to tremble it is out of both fear, and her desperate need for control. Because while her instinctual reaction is to shatter this lion on sight, something strange happens when her silver eyes lock with his. The first thing she notices is how pale he is – not the usual dark gold, but instead a beautiful white. He cannot be real, of that she is sure; he must be part of the magic that this mountain is known for, and this both settles and frightens her all at once.
The second is how her heart twists inside of her chest when her eyes meet the topaz of his, and she sucks in a breath at the tightening knot that settles behind her ribs. She doesn’t understand this feeling at all; this feeling like she was suppose to know him, like he was a piece to some puzzle she hadn’t known she was trying to put together.
It was fascinating and frustrating and she can feel the anxiety building like a wave and threatening to silently drown her.
He cowers away from her and she does not know why, but she does not take a step forward, and she does not relax. She just quietly watches him for a moment, her muscles drawn taut beneath her glowing skin, trying to decipher why this hauntingly beautiful thing was placed before her, and finally she asks on a breath,<i> “Are you real?”</i></div><div class="lilt_name">Lilt</div></div></center>
She thinks of the desert, of sharp claws sinking into her skin and dragging across her; she thinks of the smell of her own blood and they way the lion’s teeth glinted in the blistering sun.
When she begins to tremble it is out of both fear, and her desperate need for control. Because while her instinctual reaction is to shatter this lion on sight, something strange happens when her silver eyes lock with his. The first thing she notices is how pale he is – not the usual dark gold, but instead a beautiful white. He cannot be real, of that she is sure; he must be part of the magic that this mountain is known for, and this both settles and frightens her all at once.
The second is how her heart twists inside of her chest when her eyes meet the topaz of his, and she sucks in a breath at the tightening knot that settles behind her ribs. She doesn’t understand this feeling at all; this feeling like she was suppose to know him, like he was a piece to some puzzle she hadn’t known she was trying to put together.
It was fascinating and frustrating and she can feel the anxiety building like a wave and threatening to silently drown her.
He cowers away from her and she does not know why, but she does not take a step forward, and she does not relax. She just quietly watches him for a moment, her muscles drawn taut beneath her glowing skin, trying to decipher why this hauntingly beautiful thing was placed before her, and finally she asks on a breath,<i> “Are you real?”</i></div><div class="lilt_name">Lilt</div></div></center>