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Wife appreciation post:

"She is the moonlight etched in silk and song—Annabel, my perfect bride, flawless in form and spirit. No muse could rival her; no poem could hold her. She is love incarnate.”

-Lenore Vandernacht

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"Of course I'll accompany you there, I'm just glad I don't have a child yet"

*Lenore chuckles*

"Although if you'd like, I can try to help take care of it if nobody else will"

I was wondering what our next so-called "bad thing" we're gonna do to annoy somebody.

- Your dearest friend Lenore Vandernacht

"Ah, but I am pleased to see you! The possibilities are endless— although, to start with, perhaps we could find a babysitter for this infant I've just been handed—? Watching a baby is quite different from watching a Tamagotchi..."

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I thank you dearly for the flowers. I thought I should let you know I put them in water… until we see each other next, Pet.

~ Annabel Lee

( @l4dy1nwh1te )

"I’m glad you took care of them. I was hoping they’d last long enough to remind you of me… until I can do that myself. Until next time, Annabel"

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That's not surprising at all.

Who’s your favorite student? And why?

Annabel Lee, she is just so dedicated and always so engaged in class. We also have the most wonderful conversations

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"Perhaps so, Annabel"

*Lenore walks closer and grabs Annabel's hand gently. Lenore kisses Annabel's hand*

"Til' our next stolen moment"

"I was wondering what your favorite flowers are, Annabel?"

"Just curious that's all"

-Lenore

My my, Pet, am I mistaken for thinking you are perhaps going to bring me flowers? Hm… Very Well then. I have always loved a mix of Tulips, Peonies and Carnations. Choose your favourite answer from them.

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"Well, you wouldn't be wrong..."

*Lenore says as she reveals the bouquet of Tulips, Peonies, and Carnations.*

"I guess I didn't forget what your favorite flowers are after all."

*Hands Annabel the bouquet of flowers*

"I was wondering what your favorite flowers are, Annabel?"

"Just curious that's all"

-Lenore

My my, Pet, am I mistaken for thinking you are perhaps going to bring me flowers? Hm… Very Well then. I have always loved a mix of Tulips, Peonies and Carnations. Choose your favourite answer from them.

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Ya'll been to happy /j

So I fixed another sad Lennabel "poem"

Annabel Lee's Confession (Poem)

“For Lenore”

"I’ve danced with death in every rhyme,

But never feared the edge of time—

Not ‘til I saw your shadowed grace,

And light stitched softly on your face.

You speak in storms, in truths too raw,

You never blink at what you saw.

Yet still you looked, and still you stayed—

Through every crack, through every blade.

I’ve lived in verses, cursed and free,

But none so full as loving thee.

Not as the dead love once, then fade—

But as a girl whose heart was made.

So if you’ll have it—fragile, flawed—

It beats for you, Lenore. It’s awed.

No poem could hold the way I feel—

But still, I offer this: it’s real."

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[Lenore blinks, a bit stunned, then lets out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding.]

“…Annabel, that was—really intense.”

She pauses, then softens.

“But… I think I like you too. A lot. You don’t have to be a poem for me. Just… be real. That’s enough.”

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Why are there babies everywhere. Poppet has one. Annabel has one. Where do they come from?! I'm so confused

I was wondering what our next so-called "bad thing" we're gonna do to annoy somebody.

- Your dearest friend Lenore Vandernacht

"Ah, but I am pleased to see you! The possibilities are endless— although, to start with, perhaps we could find a babysitter for this infant I've just been handed—? Watching a baby is quite different from watching a Tamagotchi..."

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I need to find myself an Annabel to my Lenore aswell.

probably them idk

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Lenore sat there whispered quietly while Annabel still yapping about her plan, "Ugh.. Sybau and kiss me already.."

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I know I was making a joke. Thanks for that compliment. It made my day better!

(Softly, almost to herself)

They say time dulls all wounds…

But what do they know of love that lingers in bones?

You were more than my heart, Annabel… you were the beat.

And now—now the world moves on as if you never breathed.

As if your laughter didn’t bloom in these halls,

as if your fingers didn’t trace poetry into my skin.

I try to remember the sound of your voice…

but memories are cruel things. They fade like candle smoke.

I clutch at them, I chase them through my dreams,

but they always vanish before I can say your name.

(She closes her eyes)

I speak to the sea sometimes.

You always loved the ocean—said it reminded you of forever.

So I sit there, whispering your name into the wind,

hoping the waves will carry my sorrow to wherever you rest.

But the sea doesn’t answer.

And neither do you.

They call me mad now.

They look into my eyes and see ghosts.

But I would rather live in madness with your memory

than in sanity without it.

(A tear rolls down her cheek)

If death is what separates us…

Then let death know I am not afraid.

Because even the grave is not enough

to bury my love for you.

I miss you, Annabel.

With every breath that should have been ours.

Come back to me—if only in shadows.

If only in dreams.

If only…

(She trails off, staring into the dark, as if hoping to see her there)

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I'll pay for your hospital bill.

(Softly, almost to herself)

They say time dulls all wounds…

But what do they know of love that lingers in bones?

You were more than my heart, Annabel… you were the beat.

And now—now the world moves on as if you never breathed.

As if your laughter didn’t bloom in these halls,

as if your fingers didn’t trace poetry into my skin.

I try to remember the sound of your voice…

but memories are cruel things. They fade like candle smoke.

I clutch at them, I chase them through my dreams,

but they always vanish before I can say your name.

(She closes her eyes)

I speak to the sea sometimes.

You always loved the ocean—said it reminded you of forever.

So I sit there, whispering your name into the wind,

hoping the waves will carry my sorrow to wherever you rest.

But the sea doesn’t answer.

And neither do you.

They call me mad now.

They look into my eyes and see ghosts.

But I would rather live in madness with your memory

than in sanity without it.

(A tear rolls down her cheek)

If death is what separates us…

Then let death know I am not afraid.

Because even the grave is not enough

to bury my love for you.

I miss you, Annabel.

With every breath that should have been ours.

Come back to me—if only in shadows.

If only in dreams.

If only…

(She trails off, staring into the dark, as if hoping to see her there)

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Was a lil' too much bored, so I made angst lol

(Softly, almost to herself)

They say time dulls all wounds…

But what do they know of love that lingers in bones?

You were more than my heart, Annabel… you were the beat.

And now—now the world moves on as if you never breathed.

As if your laughter didn’t bloom in these halls,

as if your fingers didn’t trace poetry into my skin.

I try to remember the sound of your voice…

but memories are cruel things. They fade like candle smoke.

I clutch at them, I chase them through my dreams,

but they always vanish before I can say your name.

(She closes her eyes)

I speak to the sea sometimes.

You always loved the ocean—said it reminded you of forever.

So I sit there, whispering your name into the wind,

hoping the waves will carry my sorrow to wherever you rest.

But the sea doesn’t answer.

And neither do you.

They call me mad now.

They look into my eyes and see ghosts.

But I would rather live in madness with your memory

than in sanity without it.

(A tear rolls down her cheek)

If death is what separates us…

Then let death know I am not afraid.

Because even the grave is not enough

to bury my love for you.

I miss you, Annabel.

With every breath that should have been ours.

Come back to me—if only in shadows.

If only in dreams.

If only…

(She trails off, staring into the dark, as if hoping to see her there)

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My bad lol

(Softly, almost to herself)

They say time dulls all wounds…

But what do they know of love that lingers in bones?

You were more than my heart, Annabel… you were the beat.

And now—now the world moves on as if you never breathed.

As if your laughter didn’t bloom in these halls,

as if your fingers didn’t trace poetry into my skin.

I try to remember the sound of your voice…

but memories are cruel things. They fade like candle smoke.

I clutch at them, I chase them through my dreams,

but they always vanish before I can say your name.

(She closes her eyes)

I speak to the sea sometimes.

You always loved the ocean—said it reminded you of forever.

So I sit there, whispering your name into the wind,

hoping the waves will carry my sorrow to wherever you rest.

But the sea doesn’t answer.

And neither do you.

They call me mad now.

They look into my eyes and see ghosts.

But I would rather live in madness with your memory

than in sanity without it.

(A tear rolls down her cheek)

If death is what separates us…

Then let death know I am not afraid.

Because even the grave is not enough

to bury my love for you.

I miss you, Annabel.

With every breath that should have been ours.

Come back to me—if only in shadows.

If only in dreams.

If only…

(She trails off, staring into the dark, as if hoping to see her there)

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(Softly, almost to herself)

They say time dulls all wounds…

But what do they know of love that lingers in bones?

You were more than my heart, Annabel… you were the beat.

And now—now the world moves on as if you never breathed.

As if your laughter didn’t bloom in these halls,

as if your fingers didn’t trace poetry into my skin.

I try to remember the sound of your voice…

but memories are cruel things. They fade like candle smoke.

I clutch at them, I chase them through my dreams,

but they always vanish before I can say your name.

(She closes her eyes)

I speak to the sea sometimes.

You always loved the ocean—said it reminded you of forever.

So I sit there, whispering your name into the wind,

hoping the waves will carry my sorrow to wherever you rest.

But the sea doesn’t answer.

And neither do you.

They call me mad now.

They look into my eyes and see ghosts.

But I would rather live in madness with your memory

than in sanity without it.

(A tear rolls down her cheek)

If death is what separates us…

Then let death know I am not afraid.

Because even the grave is not enough

to bury my love for you.

I miss you, Annabel.

With every breath that should have been ours.

Come back to me—if only in shadows.

If only in dreams.

If only…

(She trails off, staring into the dark, as if hoping to see her there)

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"What did I just walk into..."

JUST FUCK LENORE ALREADY!!!!

Er- pardon-?

I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about.

Ahem. Let's talk about something else now, yes?

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Found this thought it was funny