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‘ren dim halos and half smiles warm hands; colder eyes smirk caught in a passing blue light yours, always yours. —

@ofspectres good has nothing to do with it—being found means you mattered enough to be sought for, no? and here you are at my little show, why don’t you make it worth our while?

「 ⁣　juliette. infectious affection, infectionate. dark, bruising of fruit. isn't that at its richest, sweetest? exhilarating experience an expertise. altered states, danger. risk and reward.

ashtray for a skin, wax coated tongue. something hisses & it's something other than a dog this time. where do you prefer you ego bruised? show me the exact rib, down to the very inch. yours is carved from mine, home coming to faded grey & rose petals. it's you i see again, qalbi.

leave a trace and i will come find you.

/ @smutroleplayers @freelancerpers @krpverse @ocrpverse #krp21 #kpoprp #krp thank you.

‘ren dim halos and half smiles warm hands; colder eyes smirk caught in a passing blue light yours, always yours. —

/ @smutroleplayers @freelancerpers @krpverse @ocrpverse #krp21 #kpoprp #krp thank you.

side stage grin, silver strings. back lit stage gaze and neon exit signs. smoke soft laughter at edges of midnight. city reverbs and crumpled set list. you're not done, are you? stay a little longer and keep me company. let's refuse to end the night, shall we.

don't dig another grave today.

i'm scared of the love i have for you. because i know it will ruin me. and i also know that i will let it.

she peels an orange and gives one half to me. if i could wear it like a friendship bracelet, i would. instead i swallow it section by section and tell myself it means even more this way. to chew and to swallow in silence here with her. to taste the same thing in the same moment.

do you think it's easy, not biting the one you love? try loving someone so much your mouth is only at home in the place where your teeth meet the flesh of your beloved. try not tasting the flesh, not taking in your mouth the beloved, not going all the way.

you're pretending that you could be good, that you could be anything other than part—knife part—wound.

i will love you tomorrow, and next week, and i will love you when we return to the earth, but tonight is for missing you ﹠ silence.

yes, when the blade hits a vein, it sings, "let me make you mine."

your worst sin is that you have destroyed ﹠ betrayed yourself for nothing.

i lean behind you, mouth touching your spine, my arms around you, palm above the heart, your blood insistent under my hand, quick and mortal.

when i say god breathes through you, i of course mean that the very rise and fall of your chest is creation; we stand so close that you breathe life into me, and should you ever walk away from me i would surely die.