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Being here was absolute agony. Fen was curled up beside her desk, occasionally tilting his head to look at her. The Warmaster was trying so hard to stay focused on her work. With word of God activity, the apparent end of hunting Dragons. She was at a complete loss of what to do with herself. She glances over to assorted metals she earned from service in both The Pact and the Vigil. None of it means much to her anymore. There's no more glory in what she's done, not after the constant bitterness of loss and failure. Hands cup her face, and she lets out a shaky exhale as her mind shifts gears. A face flashes behind her eyelids, and it makes her GASP. Yhaen. A shaky exhales leaves her body, nails curling into the petals of her face, strong enough to draw out a thick trickle of sap. Her heart aches with the worry of the fate of her dearheart. Constantly going home to an empty space burns more than it might have a year ago, because every night she was eager and hopes Yhaen would be there, safe. Her gaze sets on the letter. She hasn't let out of her sight. A shaking hand reaches for it, staring down at the familiar hand writing. She looks away when tears form in her eyes, so not to ruin the parchment. There's a nudge to her leg, and she looks down to see Fen, ears pinned back. Adro settles herself on the floor, letting the fernhound nudge her face and provide comfort best he can. But not even Fen could help her with this pain, or slow the tears burning her freshly scratched face. An arm holds the hound close as she buried her face in his scarf. "I want her back, alive and safe. I need her here."

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i. “how could you love someone like me?” she asks, her lips the galaxy’s edge. rosewater slips from my lips as i reply, “darling, how could i not?” ii. every time she speaks, i swoon; her laugh reminiscent of the cries of angels; a natural blessing, of course. as if christened by the heavens themselves, she sparkles; eyes cut like diamonds; eyes caught in headlights. she is a diamond in the rough i want to polish with bare hands, but i cannot afford such a luxury. iii. our story isn’t one of love; and i realise this when her eyes trail elsewhere. when she digs her fingers into my chest and rips out my heart; she expects milk and honey to stick to her fingers. she had a heart too easily made glad; a face worthy of pressing into magazine print, and yet white slices dotted her arms and sorrows stuck to her mind. iiii. are we sisters? are we lovers? when i take her fingers between mine; watch as her mouth curls at the edges; feel as the universe shifts beneath us, i wonder when the day that this blurred line becomes clear will arrive. iiiii. a question so simple, the answer cannot be fathomed. her eyes twinkle like chistmas lights; impish grin a feature i tuck into my mind. and damn, is she an angel in disguise. a diamond in the rough that need never be polished. even in this cracked darkness.

we were queens (via silkonvelvet)

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I could spend 100 years writing sonnets about the curve of her lips, And how her eyes draw me in. I could spend the rest of my days writing love songs about her laugh, And the way her voice caresses me when my demons scream. I could spend 3 lifetimes comparing her to life saving things, like the kiss of the sun after a harsh winter or the first drop of rain after a drought But no word in any language, no art of any form could ever convey how I feel about her.

I hope she feels my love engulf her like a monsoon whenever our eyes meet (via @cosmicpoem)

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my hand itches to feel her skin beneath my fingertips her cheeks flush pink as the lips i long to kiss i want to reach out and brush a strand of her hair behind her ear i want to look into her eyes and see everything i’ve never seen before sometimes our shoulders brush as we walk together her hand grazes back as she walks by our fingers touch when i go to give her something each and every time it feels as though there is lightning inside of me electricity spreads through my veins and lights up in my chest each and every time we both linger for a second too long i try not to think about it but all i can do is think about it all i can do is think about her she is so beautiful  it is almost as if she isn’t real how can something so ethereal and precious and soft exist in a world so harsh and ugly? and how did i get so lucky to exist in the same world as she? she is a princess and i, a dragon my only hope is that i don’t scare her away from me

cafegirlfeelings said: Can you write a poem about falling in love with a girl for the first time?  (cc, 2017)

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she is a daughter of sappho and starlight her smile spills gold and her satin soul shines in reflection of her brilliance her soft kisses stain my skin until i sparkle with her.

she is blessed by the goddesses (via vampires-and-chill)

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I fell Helplessly In love With you. Your heart, Your soul, You.

Tenari Ioapo // I couldn’t stop myself from falling even if I tried. (via tenari-ioapo)

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When I look at you, I swear I see a city full of beautiful bright lights and opportunities. I see so much life behind your eyes that I almost want to live, just to see where your streets will take me. Like cities often do you have a past, but you carry it as if it has no weight and I can’t help but admire how you do that. But when you look at me I can’t help but wonder if you see what I do. An old worn down town, the lights on its one diner left slowly flickering out. Do you see the abandonment? Can you tell how many people have come just to leave? Ran through me, straight to another destination, not bothering to see what I can offer? Do you see that despite how much I try and conceal it, can you see that I’m just a deserted town that others pass through just to get to someplace better?

v.m // what do you see in me? (via writingboutyou)

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I grab her by the cheeks I kiss her lips Softly, I whisper some love words- I love your skin, I love your soul I could never ask for more You are beautiful, you are a whole And I’m here just to admire you because you are the most precious live-painting You are one within, you exist to complete me… My darling, what would I do without the taste of you, the smell of your hair, the voice that cracks whenever I disappear to catch up with the world…? What would I do without every sound that you make, every chance that you take to show the world who you are- The most precious live-painting I have ever held so close to my chest My sweet baby, I love your edges and your break-points I love you more than words I love you to the infinite and beyond… And I pray in the cold night for you, to feel the same.

Nastyahalestorm (via nastyahalestorm)

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My Teeth. On Her.

I wanted my teeth on her.  I didn’t know that I would feel like a broken,  record waiting to be put together.  Pieces of clock gears, moving out of sync,  waiting to be joined together.  I wanted my teeth on her.  To remind me that she was real, flesh and bones. Standing in-front of me,  As if I had conjured her up from imagination. By the desperateness of my wanting.  I wanted my teeth on her.  Wanted to leave a mark of the hunger, that I felt the first time I touched her.  Euphoric that I could have a taste, petrified that a taste is all I will ever have.  I wanted my teeth on her.  As a prayer, to anything that hears.  Asking for a chance to make this work. Holding her tight, heartbeats melding together till I could no longer hear her’s start and mine ending. I wanted my teeth on her. And hers on mine.  Marking fever dreams and unspoken promises.  One bite at a time.

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What time was it? Not like it mattered. She was huddled close to a dying flame. Mostly everyone has fallen asleep by now. She can’t. She’s wide awake in a foreign, frozen land. In the darkness the wind howls, along with whatever lurks beyond this makeshift safe haven.

The Warmaster lets out a sigh, gloved fingers poking at her very lifeless arm. It had taken a real bad hit, no way she could repair it all the way out here. Her nose wrinkles, and she wipes a fresh coat of snow from her goggles to keep watch.

There was something nasty going on out here. Something unnatural brewing, something dangerous. Her stomach twisted in knots at the thought of what they’d come across.

But for now, her gaze focuses on dull embers, and she attempts to tend to a dying flame.

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