` 𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒔

𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸, 𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯.

[` 𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒔 @aphidgeit]

—
𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘴

https://t.co/RX6NQsDJWv

[` 𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒔 @aphidgeit]

@WhispersofFlame her gaze descended eventually, meeting his through the lingering haze. "coffee can wait five minutes... perhaps twenty.

a pause. "...you are warm."

[` 𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒔 @aphidgeit]

𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦. 𝘴𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘣𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘦. 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘧𝘵, 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦, 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘶𝘮; 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨.

[` 𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒔 @aphidgeit]

@WhispersofFlame for a moment neither moved. breath found breath, slow pendulum exchanges narrowing the distance between separate rhythms until distinction became difficult to locate.

"besides," quieter now. "if i intended to leave, i wouldn't still be holding you."

[` 𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒔 @aphidgeit]

@deepspacekae mm. so did you.

[` 𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒔 @aphidgeit]

😞

[moth @motheinsect]

no lamps for me? 😞

[` 𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒔 @aphidgeit]

@deepspacekae —slow bob of head, contemplative nodding. shifting the objects into scattered, constellation alignments of orbit; white in the middle.

i like that. now it sits better.

[` 𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒔 @aphidgeit]

@deepspacekae —places the lamp down on the floor, lights it. pulls her closer, crouched. scattered echoing resounds.

i’m not sure what color to go for.

[` 𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒔 @aphidgeit]

@deepspacekae i mean, i caught it. just—differently. anyway, come, i need your help on something.

[` 𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒔 @aphidgeit]

@deepspacekae —barrels headfirst into lamp.

[` 𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒔 @aphidgeit]

hm?

[𝑘𝑜𝑟𝑒 | perseφόνη. 🪷 @coeurdephilos]

summons ruth and kibbles back to her side indefinitely.

[` 𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒔 @aphidgeit]

@deepspacekae @DeepspaceXia heh, i know. plus, i have a gift too.

[` 𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒔 @aphidgeit]

@DeepspaceXia @deepspacekae don’t mind me popping by. can i come too?

[℞ @medicalabuse]

🩹༌། ྀ₊˙

[` 𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒔 @aphidgeit]

@WhispersofFlame sheltering him within the cradle of chitinous wings, fingers ghosting through sleep-rumpled hair.

three breaths, pendulum inhales in jarring scrape, awkward recalibration as consciousness settled, exchanging territories along fault lines of perception.

"good morning. coffee?"

[` 𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒔 @aphidgeit]

@WhispersofFlame still folded within the residue of sleep, movement lingering within the liminality of dream and waking. scent registered first in sea-salt musk of skin and warmed flax, then touch followed—a quiet re-oscillation of bodies as she drew his head to her chest,

[#.Nmk @Nuisumk_049]

对记忆的改写无法逆转，对感情的稀释难以挽回。在洪水中记得打捞自己