James.

I would rather die of passion than boredom. | rp/parody. fake.

[James. @thylivinghell]

@riotsonmars Oh, I've got something new for your attention if you can keep up.

[James. @thylivinghell]

@FaeFables small smile is the understanding of the ardour of hauntings, the dead and the banished, and the wrath for it all.]

You'll tell me what you dreamed this time.

[James. @thylivinghell]

@FaeFables my every vow between them caress up your spine, you will know they mean I need forever. They stop at your neck, the cradle of the universe of verses and fables I have started to read.] But then you'll tell me..

[I notice that beautiful frown in your forehead and my mouth in a —

[James. @thylivinghell]

In the nakedness of your affection I can feel your winter too, and though the fear grasps cold my rocks and soil, I quiet your haunting and mine at least for a while: we dance.

Raindrops kiss upon my face,
My moment of grace, I'm cleansed and reborn..

[James. @thylivinghell]

The false prophets' words are drowned in the tavern I left in a glass full of liquor, tired of singing along to the liars in a table of ten with only a few people.

You never escape someone's last words, the sight of their faces covered in dust ——hauntingly playing in your head.

[James. @thylivinghell]

I can not say it all dissipates when you're around, but it is awfully close, my love. An embroidered veil with the color of rain over the ache of broken spirits to warm these bones.

Then there's your eyes ——roots to a sacred heart of evergreens.

[James. @thylivinghell]

Time can't stop me quite like you did, @FaeFables.

[James. @thylivinghell]

@FaeFables and history, your heart and mine entwined.] Aisling, I know any other path would have led me to you in the end.

[I step into the sea and I bring you in, sun and shadow with me.] I'm not parting from you now, not ever.

[James. @thylivinghell]

@FaeFables pause —defying the nature of change, disobeying each and every rule. It reminds of us; abiding, now barefeet in the shore.

My hands hold yours, and though the tide brings to us the greatest stories from different lands, nothing would ever make my mouth as tender as your name —

[love drops @lovedropx]

— Unknown

[sapphic lit bot @sapphiclitbot]

It wasn’t a hard kiss, but it was a hungry one. The kind that spoke of need and want, of things long denied and yearned for.

P. Djèlí Clark, A Master Of Djinn

[James. @thylivinghell]

@FaeFables You come back in flashes —slashing through darkness in loud lightning and haunting rain. The foaming ocean of your wounds speaks to me. Let me take care of you, I repeat, let me take care of you.

[sapphic lit bot @sapphiclitbot]

Her eyes bore into mine, and the air between us turns taut, like if I were to move a fraction of an inch, we’d crash together. How does she do this? She steals the air, scrambles my senses, draws all the wrong questions to the tip of my tongue (...)

Courtney Kae