Maeve Njörðr

| MCRP| DecayedRoyalty |

[Maeve Njörðr @DecayingDeity]

𝘎𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘐 𝘨𝘦𝘵.

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[𝘽𝙤𝙣𝘽𝙤𝙣 @CloudLovenBjane]

I'm feeling generous...

Starter call, like for a starter from me. Or RT to get the word around.

♡ or ↻

[Maeve Njörðr @DecayingDeity]

Ｄｏ ｙｏｕ ｍｉｓｓ ｍｅ ｎｏｗ？

[Maeve Njörðr @DecayingDeity]

And even goddesses know when it’s time to rise... alone.

And don’t beg to be loved.

[Maeve Njörðr @DecayingDeity]

I wasn’t running because of rumors.

There was no scandal. No betrayal. No other woman.

I was leaving because I’d made the mistake of falling in love with a man who would never love me.

Not truly. Not the way I needed.

[Maeve Njörðr @DecayingDeity]

I am fire-wrapped in silk. I am more than sequins and survival. I am not built for half-versions of love.

I am fire and hunger and light. I am aching truth wrapped in red lipstick and velvet resolve.

I am a Goddess.

[Maeve Njörðr @DecayingDeity]

https://t.co/PwryEyzKPi

[Maeve Njörðr @DecayingDeity]

Love doesn’t survive on almosts...

[Maeve Njörðr @DecayingDeity]

𝓟𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓵 𝓢𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓼
𝘾𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚

↠Ｓｔｏｒｙ ｔｏｌｄ ｂｙ Ｄｅｃａｙｅｄ．

[Maeve Njörðr @DecayingDeity]

https://t.co/3dKYkYAfEY

[Maeve Njörðr @DecayingDeity]

𝓓𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓫𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓮…

“…𝙢𝙤 𝙨𝙩ó𝙧”

[Maeve Njörðr @DecayingDeity]

https://t.co/XO5dgoBHut

[Maeve Njörðr @DecayingDeity]

Love doesn’t survive on almosts...

[Draven Fallen @Fallen4Lust]

Draven, The Fallen Angel

Lusts toy, Rosalyn Asmodeus Bound. A crack of lightning. A warning. Coming of Draven. The Fallen for Lust.

| Sexual content | Lust knows no sexuality only wants all |

— DecayedMoose and Darker collaboration

[Maeve Njörðr @DecayingDeity]

And if I acknowledged it, I couldn’t ignore the way it felt like falling.

[Maeve Njörðr @DecayingDeity]

𝓓𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓫𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓮…

“…𝙢𝙤 𝙨𝙩ó𝙧”

[Maeve Njörðr @DecayingDeity]

the way his eyes stayed locked on mine, as if waiting for me to figure something out.

The problem was, I wasn’t sure I wanted to.

Because if I did—if I let myself see—then I’d have to acknowledge what had been building between us from the beginning.