𝑫𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚

The ethnological 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬 of Dalia Ventrov | ᴺˢᶠᵂ ²¹+ •𝑶𝑪|𝑹𝑷• 𝑀𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑂𝑓 𝑀𝑜𝑜𝑛 𝐿𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 |

[𝑫𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚 @_TenebrisLunae]

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— 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝑆𝑒𝑒𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ 𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑑.
[ 𝑚𝑠 | 𝑝𝑜𝑙𝑦 | 𝑛𝑠𝑓𝑚 ]

[𝑫𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚 @_TenebrisLunae]

@cittabuia -newyork cowered beneath his choices.

His breath fanned over my pulsing veins, a soft vibration swimming delicately in my chest.]

Значит, ты — моя буря?

[𝑫𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚 @_TenebrisLunae]

@DerangedVoices1

[𝑫𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚 @_TenebrisLunae]

@cittabuia [Each press was sweet and intoxicating all within the same breath he slowly inhaled from my own lungs. A dizzying sensation that stole the world from under me.

I leaned into his touch at my name, then forward, his frame sturdy against mine. Grounded, like the whole of -

[𝑫𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚 @_TenebrisLunae]

To be loved is to be seen.
To be seen is to suffer.

But scars heal, and the mind forges over bitter truths.

Love, knowing it will haunt you. And love again, knowing that it will heal.

[𝑫𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚 @_TenebrisLunae]

@cittabuia - was short and company shorter still.

Her hand reached to take a steadying hold of his forearm, the sound of the city they knew drowning out around them.]

[𝑫𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚 @_TenebrisLunae]

@cittabuia [He leaned closer, and the only scent that enveloped me was him—the sharp mix of alcohol and cologne. I liked it.

The charge of his touch left me tilting my head to seek more, lips brushing back, returning the kiss they aught to have not. But what did they care.

Life, -

[𝑫𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚 @_TenebrisLunae]

@cittabuia -- to know first?

My lips part under the gentle pressure of his thumb, while my eyes gradually track the line from his hand to his gaze, where a subtle desire draws me in. Be it the vodka, familiarity, or first attraction. The pull was undeniable.]

[𝑫𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚 @_TenebrisLunae]

@cittabuia [His reply had me stunned. It wasn't often peoole understood my tongue, and when they did it made something spring up in my chest.

He then uttered something that made the warmth spreading across my skin flush my cheeks.]

And which of my talents would you like -

[𝑫𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚 @_TenebrisLunae]

@cittabuia - Poetic within the setting; low-hanging lights give a warm glow, the ground still wet from the rain before, and a symphony of birds and crickets exchanging the day's gossip.]

My my, you speak of a man who has been bewitched.

Ты под моими чарами?

[𝑫𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚 @_TenebrisLunae]

@cittabuia [Heat travels my neck, the sounds around us mingled with the warmth of his breath.]

8. Though some might not still be considered fluent. But enough to where they are useful in their own moments.

[My hand stills, the low tone he carried with his native tongue sounded -

[𝑫𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚 @_TenebrisLunae]

https://t.co/tkRYZ8eYlk

[𝑫𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚 @_TenebrisLunae]

@cittabuia - comfort seeps into your subconscious.]

[𝑫𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚 @_TenebrisLunae]

@cittabuia -I could.

[Her gaze went ahead, seeing the scenery slowly unfold. I could hear a bitter edge to his voice, though one might have missed it if not knowing what to listen for...and when.]

Tell me something in italian.

[My lips are pulled intona easy smile, one you wear when -

[𝑫𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚 @_TenebrisLunae]

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[ᅟ𝗈𝖻𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 . @corruinatum]

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𝓢how me your thorns and I'll show you hands ready to bleed.
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[𝑫𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚 @_TenebrisLunae]

@ChiaroscuroScry

[𝑫𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚 @_TenebrisLunae]

@cittabuia - purpose, identity.

[It's now her Russian accent rolls of her tongue in thick vowel's.]

Newyork is home. Many of my friends are bratva family are here... But my heart will always belong to the cold and hard beauty of Russia.

[𝑫𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚 @_TenebrisLunae]

@cittabuia [My head turned, my gaze falling on him as he spoke of his upbringing.]

Our fathers always want to push us harder than what the world thinks we are ready for. I think it's smart, even if a parent has no intention of handing over the business. It created drive, -

[EphemeralEcho @EphemeralEcho7]

Tonight I am strangely happy.

[𝑫𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚 @_TenebrisLunae]

@cittabuia -onto their dimmly lit path, the sloshing sound of tired after rain echoed behind.]

When did you move to the states?

[𝑫𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚 @_TenebrisLunae]

@cittabuia -the US. Much of my time though was still spent in Russia, where my brothers had looked after me.

[I pause for a moment, their lives, who they were still alive in my memories.]

It wasn't untill my 19th birthday that I moved here full time.

[The passing cars poured light-