#doublemoonswords

[pravitxs-blog]

Sorry (Hella hi)

He’s twenty.

[shamlash-sei-blog-blog]

doublemoonswords started following you

“An emissary from Kou?” 

[lionhearxed-blog]

rememeber when we hit the breaks too soon

twenty stiches in the hospital room

 when you started crying baby, I did too

when the sun came up I was looking at you

remember when we couldn't take the heat

I walked out, I said "I'm setting you free"

but the monster turned out to be just trees 

when the sun came up you were looking at me 

Injuries were causalities that were not foreign to the first princess; her porcelain skin was covered with scars, like cracks in a china plate. Pain was something she was also accustomed to, having been scratched and hit and burned for most of her her life past the the untimely demise of her father and brothers. She considered herself hardened, battle weary, unbreakable.

But when her mother had struck, she'd been unprepared, taken by surprise, and she come away with a nasty scar running up her forearm. The pain was tolerable; it was the steady trickle of blood that worried her. She only hoped her assistant would be out a while longer so she wouldn't have to see her in such a state.