don't let the fear of flying stop you from falling
@[Svedka]
Still secretly crushing on him, lol.
Beqanna
Assailant -- Year 226
"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura
Shooting stars cannot fix the world; Svedka
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05-15-2018, 04:01 PM
I hope that you catch me, ‘cause I’m already falling Ilma don't let the fear of @[Svedka] Still secretly crushing on him, lol. Any fool knows men and women think differently at times, but the biggest difference is this: men forget, but never forgive; women forgive, but never forget.
Robert Jordan, Wheel of Time
05-16-2018, 05:46 AM
the secret of our world is written in the stars Though she smiles, though her voice is gentle and meek, there is great sorrow simpering beneath the surface of her eyes. She bears it gracefully (for him, at least), but he can see that the turmoil still loosely coils around her vocal cords, heavy in her throat and mind. He wonders how long this will plague her, a darkened and terrible memory sitting like a dense shadow in her beautiful mind. Svedka wishes above all else he could take it from her, wear the burden across his own back and carry it for her so that the pain is his, the memory is his. The velveteen of her pure white mouth grooms him tenderly, touching his pallid gold and alabaster skin with mindlessness. It must comfort her, in some way, to pull at the tangled mess of his ivory and blue mane, ignoring the bitter pain that is lodged and hidden so deeply within her. He allows her this normalcy, this mundane activity between two friends (very intimate friends, sharing both closeness and tragedy), and begins to pick the flawless white of her mane with his own teeth, soft huffs of warm breath pulsing against her withers. “Whatever you carry, I carry,” he murmurs into her skin with the semblance of a smile in his baritone voice, “you won’t have to carry it alone, Ilma. Your child will not be alone.” The last phrase he says with finality, brushing the side of his face against her shoulder before beginning to lip and groom her once again. Nothing has been fixed or suddenly wiped away as if it had never happened, but there is comfort that radiates now - warm and palpable in the frigid air - and that was enough for him, for now. Svedka snorts softly, curiously, and then casually asks: “When was the last time you slept?” (be my escape) Svedka @[Ilma]
05-16-2018, 02:59 PM
I hope that you catch me, ‘cause I’m already falling Ilma don't let the fear of @[Svedka] Any fool knows men and women think differently at times, but the biggest difference is this: men forget, but never forgive; women forgive, but never forget.
Robert Jordan, Wheel of Time
05-17-2018, 06:17 AM
the secret of our world is written in the stars “Ilma,” he says with a gentle tone, tilting his head slightly and snorting softly, “I would do whatever you asked of me.” He smiles, a bit of a chuckle leaving his lips in a cloud of vapor. He doesn’t know why he’s offered her this, or why he is so willing to do it (he hadn’t even thought about it, really, it just came out and it sat well with his soul), but he knows it’s because of her. He knows that his doing this would ease her, comfort her, help her. And that was enough. He hadn’t been a father before, or even a father figure, or took care of children in anyway, but he would be there for Ilma if she needed him, because that is what family does. A small frown tugs at his lips as he steps away from her, feeling the cold rush in where she once had stood against him. He didn’t like thinking that she had nightmares, but he knows that there is nothing he can do to stop those from happening. Perhaps Kagerus, but those are artificial dreams compared to the ones your mind truly gives you, and Svedka didn’t like the idea of that either - not when Ilma is still plagued with such sorrow and grief. But maybe there will be new dreams now for her to dream, or maybe her sleep will be dreamless. He hopes so. “Come then, Ilma.” Svedka’s cold nose touches her shoulder now, huffing deeply into her ice and sky laden skin. “To the caves. I will keep watch for you.” (be my escape) Svedka @[Ilma] figured we would wrap this up here? <333 can't wait for her to give birth! |
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