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oh honey, i was loved like sunshine...
her partner twirled her into the flow of the music, her dress spreading in waves of glimmering silk, until she was caught in a tight embrace of starved arms. his gaze was paralyzing, with intensity erupting in his irises, as if sending a wildfire that uncovered the hidden hues in his deep browns. nobody had ever looked at her like that; focus and care pinning her in place while an inevitable gasp was pulled out of her lips. there was a knowing sense in his expression, but it was somehow also contradicted by hints of curiosity. he was so breathlessly still, save for the feathered jump of a muscle in his jaw once their bodies gently collided. there was a world of emotions etched on his face, and she knew in her very core that she had just captured a 'once in a lifetime' kind of moment. she could forever fall into the depths of his eyes, engulfing her and more. love and thrill and danger melded into one another until there was an unspoken agreement between them, their breaths and nerves tangled into each other. he continued to guide her stunned body alongside his in the waltz, both returning back to the blurred whirl of vibrant gowns, flickering candles, and the occasional wink of decorated jewelry. despite the rapids of their dance, they were one another's anchors with her elegant fingers splayed across his shoulder and his hands cradling her waist. she couldn't help but melt into a smile, the type that pulled at her eyes and raised her cheekbones. the thinnest of wrinkles were etched into her skin, a further shock against the youthful plains of her face. but even then, she was the image of youthful glee. and he returned the happiness, a charming though subtle grin tugging at his lips; a secret only meant for her. the warm light bounced from the golden accents of the ballroom, creating a soft halo of a honeyed gleam around the two. they were beautiful, locked into one another in a eternal gaze. after all, a soul mate's love is the only true gold...
━━━ for my own xandra
i hope one day i can gather the courage to lose myself, genuinely lose myself. maybe it's because i want to hold onto my youth or maybe it'll be a transitionary moment onto fresh chapters. but in my life, all i want to is to experience all of the possibilities of what can happen when i am left to my own. i wish to wander and stumble upon people i could never expect to, or discover challenges that could only arise from chaos. i cannot fall to the societal standards of what life should be, timely dragging my feet from one order to the next. i am meant to free my vivacious energy, match others, and hopefully awaken the sleepy ones around me. i want to live my wildest imaginations.
12:37?
clumsy dancing, laughing too close in their face, bothering anybody passing by, resting a cheek on a shoulder, the heat of vodka simmering within, blurred lights still somehow bright against the grimy backdrop, an almost confused kiss, so, so lost
━━━ to a love unmatched
The summer heat had singed the lands of Incendium, as if the lava and dry heat hadn't already beckoned every droplet of the moisture from its inhabitants. Spring had simply disappeared, its bloom deteriorating at its peak and crumpling to a slow burn. Though, the temperature was the last thing on Dovev's mind as his eyes were tenderly locked on Camilla. She was lazily sprawled on the sand with just a few tendrils of her gilded hair dipping into the baby stream swirling within their company. The tree branches were sleepily swaying in the balmy breeze while the sun's rays unforgivingly slash through the gaps of the canopy of leaves. But all of it were simply background trivialities, trapped outside the cave that they had slipped into. They had settled just past the mouth of the cave, barely out of the sun's reach to still soak up the midday's warmth. A trickle of the ocean circled them with salt crystals outlining its presence.
Dovev was propped up on an elbow while his other free hand ever so lightly traced the curves of Camilla's lips, the softness of her skin surging shivers upon his own. His eyes combed over her, a mixture of yearning and admiration puppeteering his handsome features. A lamb too easily tempted by the wolf, though he deigned to care. She had run off with his heart and had teased him ever since, even now as she wordlessly seduced him into a spell. The light bounced off the curve of her hip, just peeking out from her gossamer gown, and travelled up her body, continuing to dance upon her collarbones. Her neck was bared up to him as a hint of a bruise was still painted upon her skin, an inviting shade of purple tugging a lump in Dovev's throat. A knowing giggle tumbled out of Camilla's lips, intensifying the splash of red coloring across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose.
Oh, the poor boy, he had not even an inkling that the bruise was from another.
"I love you," He ventured, an effort of authority applied in his voice. The browns of his eyes glowed in the sun, somewhere in between russet and copper, and further illuminated against the dark curl of his lashes. He lowered his chin by the slightest, allowing for the magnetic pull toward Camilla to begin. Silently, she raked a hand from his chest, around his neck, and finally to his curls at the nape of his neck. Each manicured nail left a rosy trail, well embedded over his youthful muscles. She closed the distance without a moment for Dovev to sigh, honed teeth tugging at his lower lip.
She was going to be the death of him: the very hand to lead him to hell.
do no harm, take no shit.
and all of you should drink to that.
━━━ how will you know if you never try
The air felt particularly crisp and fresh at the early hours of the day with the sun still waking up from behind the peak of mountains. Mason had the windows just slightly dipped to filter in the chilled winds as they drove along to the loops of the land, his eyes easily following the darkness of the road in contrast to the pastel colors of the surrounding meadows. Amara had her hood up, her hair fluttering beneath the thick cotton material in tempo with the car ride. Despite the sleepiness of the world that laid out before them, the radio was wide awake and disrupting the peaceful quiet with thrilled music notes. Both were tapping along to the beat, Mason's fingers thrumming against the steering wheel accompanied with an absentminded grin, and Amara's sneakers bouncing into each other atop the dashboard while her eyes remained closed. Matching Mason's expression, little creases at the ends of her eyes pulled upwards with her own daydreaming smile. Every so often, Mason stole a glance at Amara, his eyes furtive and shadowed beneath his baseball cap. However there was nothing to hide his widening smile, now an illuminated beam and fully displayed at that as he drank in her presence. It was just them, awake while the rest of the universe seemed to be asleep. The open sky and soft pink sunlight, the tall grass and dotting wildflowers, and the fast movement of it all were there for them, and only them.
"Caffeine, small talk,"
Amara's legs suddenly shot back to her, springing her up and into an upright sitting position with her hand nagging at Mason's arm. She was about to be in a full crouch, the length of her legs folded beneath her as her hood toppled back to reveal an adrenalized and anticipatory picture of her face. Through her lashes, a sweet shade of honey glowed, with slices of sage and flecks of a browned gold paralyzing the boy next to her. Mason's own eyes seemed to spark in response, a well of sea foam flooded his irises up until the dark, almost black rims. They were more cool-toned, shards of blues and grays etching around his dilated pupils. A familiar yet startled gasp bubbled in Amara's throat, his effect on her slowing her words. Even stringing her thoughts away in a tease as she tried to remember what she was going to say.
"You have to pull over." She finally sighed, her voice mixed with mystery and suspense.
And he did, his trust in her lulling the car to a stop, nosing into the tall blades of grass as its morning dew glossed over the car in plump droplets. Amara thrust the door open, and in a last second thought before jumping out, turned back to dial the volume of the radio to its loudest notch. And then she was once again a flurry of movement, her hair hurriedly rippling after her, a flash of her teeth, and the extra fabric of her sweatshirt draping around her body in changing folds.
"Honey, come put your lips on mine and shut me up
We could blame it all on human nature
Stay cool, it's just a kiss"
She reached the driver's side and tugged Mason out of his seat, hurrying his slow reaction and encouraging his feet to pick up as she ran further into the field. A giddy laugh bubbled out of her, spiking her steps with energy as she raced forward. The sun had warmed to tones of a fiery orange, nudging away the drowsy shadows of a deep blue and replacing them with lighter ones. Mason was now sprinting, the tension between his arm and Amara's practically gone as he caught up and was now moving fast enough to pass her. As their shoulders worked side by side, he nudged her to coax a look his way and waited a beat before twisting his feet into the ground, and twirled her with both of their momentum. A delighted shriek spilled out as Mason continued with a rich, velvety laugh. At the edge of their visions, crescents of rainbows tied the sky with the ground together, joining the color palettes to compliment one another. The universe all for them. They were now facing one another, their fingers tangled together and in tension to close their distance.
"I talk too much, we talk too much
Silence is golden, and you've got my hopes up
We talk too much
No hesitation, what are we waiting for?
We talk too much
You know I talk too much (too much)
Honey, come put your lips on mine
And shut me up (shut me up)
We could blame it all on human nature
Stay cool, it's just a kiss"
Mason dropped a hand to wind around Amara's waist, his forearm now entirely engulfed by her sweatshirt as he leaned down with his lips hovering above her ear and close enough to tickle her peach fuzz. Somewhere along the way the wind had claimed his hat, the spring breeze awakening the soft waves of his chestnut hair, with some locks floating up and others dancing atop his forehead. But his mind was claimed by the vision in front of him, the smiling girl who seemed to beat the sun with her brilliance. Perhaps within his overwhelmed thoughts, Mason would have reached for his phone to eternalize this memory. But instead reality dissolved as Amara leaned forward, her nose slipping next to his and her hands gliding up his neck and into his hair.
"C'mon, shut me up," He coaxed, the deep notes of his voice tickling her arms.
and you are exactly where you're supposed to be, my firefly
Blaise was just a figure barely surfacing above the ocean's water levels. Her hair was a tranquil fabric of blonde, moving in flux with the tempo of the sea. It was the only obvious indicator that she was even there, seeing as how her clothes blended in too harmoniously with the gloomy, blue shades. She was far from the beach. Instead, she was sinking into the the cavernous depths of the water, the ocean engulfing her body like it had with pieces of the plane. Her unconscious body had nothing to snag onto. The remaining pockets of air in her lungs were the last element that just barely kept her from drowning entirely. It would be soon enough that she would altogether drop below the swaying waves, switching out the white foam of the water with a plunge into the shady unknown.
Blaise had been sat at the back of the plane, deciding to sit economy rather than the usual first class seats the she opted for. It wasn't that she was running out of money, it was more so that Blaise had been eyeing a new apartment in Sydney for her abroad vacation that would gift her with new inspiration. She was growing tired of the same styles in America; she needed a spark that would get her styles back on the front page of magazines. Unfortunately, Blaise still had left some things back in LA, thus her second trip to officially declare her summer out of her Californian apartment. She was determined. Alas, she'd never made it. Nobody had.
The plane crash. It hadn't been turbulence despite her chanting it was to reassure herself. The pilot's voice had shook just like her chair had. They were losing height. Great, collecting, miles of elevation at a time. Blaise sometimes wasn't great with heights. She was always in control, and thus with the plane's free falling, she had aggressively dug her nails into the armrest of her chair and grit her teeth. Her legs had shot forward knocking her still hot coffee practically everywhere, but the hot temperature wasn't enough to catch her attention. Rather, the muddle of colors outside the window had, indicating that they truly were hurtling so, rapidly down.
Perhaps her mind was stirring, but her body said otherwise. She was still raggedly hovering. Her face was ever so slightly twirling towards the water, her nose and lips growing closer to the direction of the ocean floor.
silk or satin, fur coat, bubbly and boozy, pink tongues, sharply sliced crystals, old glam curls, cold mirrors, opaque sunglasses, untouchables.
be careful of the clouds. the plushness of each puff, artistically floating and flowing along with the life of the world below and above. such a soft image, as if they could be the best pillow to lay upon. sometimes they are pale, filtering nothing but the illumination of the sun and moon. other times they soak up the sunset, as if to drink in the colors of mother nature and create their own paintings. streaks of powder blues, orange cream, and pearly pinks. and how easy it is to forget that they will slip away from you so quickly you'd plummet. you would meet the teeth of the mountain peaks, or the stakes of trees. and you would never even know it until they lull you to your fall.
if ur reading this u now have to take a mental health check (plsss).
sorry i don't make the rules. click on any of the images to chill out w me! ily!
all of you guys better have spotify i swearrrr
sunset
i love melty ice cream. especially when you have it in a cup and when you scoop a bite it's just this milky glob of cream that just fills the entirety of your mouth, maybe even spilling over onto your lips in a sticky mess. runny ice cream is the best and you can't ever convince me otherwise.
RU XIN
twenty three
rasavasdan queen
air wielder
it's a shame that the queen arose to the throne in such turmoil. some believe that she killed the late queen. others swear she killed her own statera. and there are even those who prophesy her to overthrow her husband. or perhaps that she will claim all of aeonian, her slender fingers and unforgiving eyes lusting for power. from afar, ru xin can come across as an alluring and lovely young woman, floating to and fro as a breath of fresh air. and despite her soft curves and saintly demeanor, her edges are sharp with the intimidating weight of her beauty. but most have never deigned to look further into the sheer layers of her shyness and search into her personality. not many know of her generous heart and her tendencies to overstretch herself for others. ru is intriguing, surprising those around her as would a bundle of contradictions. it's the reaction she looks for, unraveling only the slightest bit of herself to lure a gasp or a frozen gaze. she does this ever so slightly, her gentle nature both beautiful and dangerous. to get close to the enigmatic queen, you would need to play on the balls of your feet to keep up with her. once you collect the treasures of her personality, each precious gemstone, you will realize just how much she's worth it. there's a loving essence to ru that many seek, her devotion as passionate and alive as the golden blaze of the rasavasdan reign. bow down to a royal resurrection.
► PLAY ME
she was too soft for the world.
she was high on love, dazed by the goodness of those around her. her outlook on life, and especially towards others, was frighteningly bright. it was as if she made an oath to the universe to offer her trust, and as blind as it seemed, she was the embodiment of comfort and high spirits.
her love came in layers. the deepest wells of her love were not yet unlocked, as they were kept for her fated partner. as generous as she was with her compassion, there were some things that she treasured and locked deep within herself. but what scared her the very most was how easily she devoted herself to others. it was almost betraying how uncomplicated it could be to delight in the beauty of those around her. she couldn't help but notice and romanticize the most mundane of acts.
was she doomed to this cycle? would her flowing heart ever fully unravel?
please dare me to learn how to
l o v e
perhaps in another life you would be
m i n e
you have no idea the hurt i
c r e a t e
as you raise one of the thick red curtains to peek into the next tent, you're suddenly transported to a room flooded with dark, unfathomable ink seeming to pool endlessly in your vision. the only illumination seemingly provided is the shower of stunning stars, like a massive paintbrush that had dipped into light itself and splattered before you, far more impressive than the night sky. you have just entered into the the further depths of the universe, with the only thing tethering you to reality being a table that you hadn't quite noticed before. a simple table set with a single deck of cards, and black gloved hands that just peek from the darkness. you are then welcomed in by a sudden appearance of a tuft of platinum blonde hair, though your feet had already curiously led you inside.
Caspar was perched at the edge of his stool, his lean figure just at the right angle of balancing his feet atop the lower ledges comfortably and without hunching his back. The night was incredibly young, and paused at the moment where crowds were flocking to popcorn stands or the lines awaiting for those deliciously dripping caramel apples. The ones that left your fingers seemingly permanently sticky and your smile energetic to last the rest of the night. He had done a handful of readings already, some ominous and sorrow filled and some hinting at soon-to-be marriages or career breakthroughs. There had also been some boring ones that neither teetered enough towards the good nor the bad, just absolutely normal. However, his clients had all left the tent in awe of his reading talents as well as from the magic that overflowed his starry mapped tent. The lights were in a never ending rhythm of flitting across the ceiling, causing reflections to airily twirl up and down the planes of Caspar's face. Haloing around those delicate cheekbones, bouncing off his pillowy lips, or entirely slipping down his sharp jawline.
He was just as entrancing as the work of his hands, covered in sable hued leather gloves and stretching just a bit more at each keen knuckle. If you looked close enough, you could see the healthy veins that streamed across his otherwise smooth skin. It was only a beat of comforting silence before the curtains altogether flew in opposing directions, gunning his nerves into alert as a warmed soul fluttered in. Lena. She was dressed in her usual acrobat wear with red silk teasingly swathed around her slenderly built limbs. There was a lithe strength to her that just peeked out too, explaining the intoxicatingly predatory way that she carried her body with. But of course, the only reason how Caspar knew this was from studying her from afar. She was new to the circus, and while he couldn't say that he knew her, he knew of her presence and what he could glean from her spirit.
Caspar was quite intrigued with Lena, though he didn't like to admit that it was more so than anybody else he habitually observed. She was unnerving. And everything he could say about her would be an understatement. She was also somehow intimidating to him, despite the soft smiles and the sweet words she always treated him with.
"Hi Lena," Caspar shyly uttered, his voice carrying out to her in clear, fluid notes. Lena was especially... fervent today, to say the least. There was something brewing within her, that he could intensely feel, but he wasn't quite sure on just what. Nevertheless, Caspar suddenly felt as if he should be worried. On cue, his muscles heated themselves to a friction, repositioning his body to lean into the entrance that Lena had just danced through.
your love feels like sunshine
texts that make me giddy af
"falling in love all over again"
"i love you more than anything"
"but i want to text you with whatever time i have!!!!!!!!"
"i am so crazy in love with you"
"you are so gorgeous!!!!!!!! omg"
"you're the best thing that's happened to me in sooo long. since um idk ever"
:')
