12-20-2019, 02:24 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">She does not understand what is happening inside of him, but she can see the conflict on his face.
He is confused, and she thinks he is confused specifically by her, but she doesn’t understand why.
The worry on her face is visible now, and it melts her eyes until the silver looks as though it could stream like tears down her face. She has always been almost too kind; too soft, too sweet. Her fear was slowly dissipating and morphing with her empathy, and she is too naive to consider that this could be a trap. Her mother had warned her that not many in the world were kind – that most wore a facade, that they pretended to be whatever they needed to be to get what they wanted. She doesn’t realize that her mother speaks from a place of experience; that not many could truly fathom how manipulative others could be the way Starsin did, because she <i>was</i> the manipulator.
Lilt couldn’t help herself; she had been raised in a world far kinder than her mother’s, and because of this, she was not jaded. Her heart saw things, and she wanted to love them.
Even though a lion had tried to kill her before, she doesn’t want to believe that this one will.
Ever so slowly he begins to reach towards her, and she does not dare to move. Her very breath stills in her lungs, and she becomes acutely aware of the strength her heart was beating against her chest. Fear radiates from her skin, and though she desperately wants to close her eyes once he is inches from her, she finds that she can’t.
His nose touches hers, and she does not know if it is static, or something stronger, but something jolts straight into her veins. He leaps back just as she stumbles away in alarm, and without meaning to she shatters a boulder into rubble. She shies away from that too, and with panic reflecting so plainly in her eyes she looks back to him. But she is no longer afraid <i>of</i> him – she is afraid <i>for</i> him.<i> “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to – it was an accident,”</i> she stumbles over her words, the volume of her voice wavering between high and low.
The image of the lion blown across the sands of the deserts invades her mind, and she can feel herself beginning to tremble.
She steadies herself, her breath coming in short, soft gasps, as her tear-filled eyes look back at him and she pleads quietly,<i> “Don’t be afraid of me, please.”</i></div><div class="lilt_name">Lilt</div></div></center>
He is confused, and she thinks he is confused specifically by her, but she doesn’t understand why.
The worry on her face is visible now, and it melts her eyes until the silver looks as though it could stream like tears down her face. She has always been almost too kind; too soft, too sweet. Her fear was slowly dissipating and morphing with her empathy, and she is too naive to consider that this could be a trap. Her mother had warned her that not many in the world were kind – that most wore a facade, that they pretended to be whatever they needed to be to get what they wanted. She doesn’t realize that her mother speaks from a place of experience; that not many could truly fathom how manipulative others could be the way Starsin did, because she <i>was</i> the manipulator.
Lilt couldn’t help herself; she had been raised in a world far kinder than her mother’s, and because of this, she was not jaded. Her heart saw things, and she wanted to love them.
Even though a lion had tried to kill her before, she doesn’t want to believe that this one will.
Ever so slowly he begins to reach towards her, and she does not dare to move. Her very breath stills in her lungs, and she becomes acutely aware of the strength her heart was beating against her chest. Fear radiates from her skin, and though she desperately wants to close her eyes once he is inches from her, she finds that she can’t.
His nose touches hers, and she does not know if it is static, or something stronger, but something jolts straight into her veins. He leaps back just as she stumbles away in alarm, and without meaning to she shatters a boulder into rubble. She shies away from that too, and with panic reflecting so plainly in her eyes she looks back to him. But she is no longer afraid <i>of</i> him – she is afraid <i>for</i> him.<i> “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to – it was an accident,”</i> she stumbles over her words, the volume of her voice wavering between high and low.
The image of the lion blown across the sands of the deserts invades her mind, and she can feel herself beginning to tremble.
She steadies herself, her breath coming in short, soft gasps, as her tear-filled eyes look back at him and she pleads quietly,<i> “Don’t be afraid of me, please.”</i></div><div class="lilt_name">Lilt</div></div></center>