𝐋𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐲 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐢𝐱

my aching heart and i agree that you and i could never be.

body and mind relax under the soft action, lips curling into a smile. solstice arms, long and golden and warm, soft with charm. “that felt nice.” she speaks into the comfortable silence.

they say she’s dangerous. maybe she is. but i didn’t come here to be careful. i came here for her.

ᅠ court is postponed . the royal houses don’t appreciate that very much , but lan leaves them little choice in the matter . still , the walls whisper about the queen losing her grip ; the walls are not good at daes dae’mar . + ᅠ

everybody has an addiction, mine happens to be you.

i know i burn. i know standing this close to me must singe your skin and char the moonlight in your hair. you reach for me with scorched fingertips, unafraid of my flames.

she is suddenly parched. mouth parting open, skin warm beneath the sun like gaze baring down on her. for as much as she tries to keep her thoughts innocent, there was no pulling back the more passionate side of her mind. the side that reverently gaze upon marcey’s bronze —