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another time, another place. awoken by screams: chilled regurgitation of grievances and raw heartache. it's a girlish throw of the voice, and lydia jolted awake. wake up, wake up, wake up. it's a mantra. a small voice had lifted from the murk of night. it's familiar voice, it's cadence been a scathing caress, burning her ears for a great deal of time. it is only now the heart softens, fractured by the pain in this voice. she stood, she remembers standing. she remembers being hauled from that thin veil of slumber. she remembers death; she remembers tears. she remembers loss. she does not want them. no. it belonged in the past. it was supposed to remain buried. it was supposed to be forgotten. it was a cruel thing to ask of her self, or even to suggest to her young. but it was the only way. she'd found herself, she pulled and pried at the shattered make of her heart. her pain had been revealed to those children, and now it was time for the grieving to cease. it was time for fresh starts and moving forward. Behind them lay a trail of tears. Behind them was ... Nothing. The children -- oh, but they weren't that young now, were they? -- were kept, hidden. they were a cahce of beloved treasures. she'd not have them be seen, not yet. and so, prodding them into the underbrush, the thickets, she guided them. and, after the oxblood rouge of her eyes counted their heads -- one, two, three and four -- her movements guided her into the orchard. it smelled the way a gateway ought to smell. there, lingered in the air laid traces of other strangers, other lost souls. it was a familiar desolation. she found some measure of confidence, some hope, in the discovery of the orchard. the night had come, thriving and hungry. even with the warmer months having arrived, there still carried some chill to the air. and it drew her thoughts back to that night. she wished nothing more than to forget. and at the very least, their arrival bade some freedom from the torment. no, instead of painful memories, her thoughts would pass onto the matter at hand: where in the hell they were, and what laid ahead. |
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this is where the post will go passion for truth - will use unjustly means to find it. trusts no-one - often uses other wolves to her own advantage, repaying the favour only if they grant her cause to. disciplined soldier, her family taught her the ways of a warrior before their separation - she became highly independent, often coming off as cold and anti-social. downplays her emotions - only ever shows anger/aggression in it's fullest form. all else is ignored. she hasn't known love or kindness so doesn't know how to show it or if shown to her she will be extremely suspicious of the one delivering it. rebellious. dangerous. witty. intelligent. " HELLO I'M A SPEECHY SPEECH. " |
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I'm treading water, I need to sleep a while
My lamb and martyr, you look so precious.
you were the life i knew. i worshiped you, borne of immortality; eternal loathing. my breath with you, to satiate; ardently, possess. each intricate, detailed memory of you, their violent passions─grasping at their naked, and illicit tenderness; your moistened lips, inviting mouth. avid importunes their intimate and salivating, mania. buried deep in their carnal sequence and immaculate surrender laid over my slender, lithe-defined waist with the groping pressure of your smooth, and sensual hands. ours were bind, tied by doting surges of avaricious addiction; their absolution, infinite pining and desperate altercation of love. i love you. i love you, my screams emit; embraced together, wrapping in the inexorable disconsolateness of life and appetence. even in our most passionate hatred, destructive vengeance, you were mine to relish for the rest of eternity. as we held one another so close; gripping, panting, kissing in consummate throes of rapturous elation. beneath you. above you. were you surrounded by the coarse hunger of my tightly, wrapping arms. my lips to the curve of your ear, and my fingers. to trace the roping flesh of your slackened jaw. your heart consumed me. each breath i drew as you came inside. you were the maddening desire i grew to desperately crave, gasping. as i longed for the warmth of your powerful embrace. and the will of my sadistic and enamoured cerebration, congealed by the binary stench of your adulterous attentive; with you, my heart collides; exploits, screaming unto the choleric affirmations of resurrection and renewal. unrelenting. as their corporeal intent devastates, devours. splitting, their frenzied ardour in exalted salvation and cutting rivers. you were my life, my pulse, my desire ridden in blank and emptied stares cursed of wanton affection. the onset of breath, the beginning of love; when i opened my eyes i kissed and tasted you so, deeply. feeling, the suppleness of your generous lips, its bottom curve seeped in darkened arteries; full and swollen, a lulling amative. their carnal, erotically lush detail; saturated in the blood of our violent fucking. you gave me life. drunk on sensuous euphoria; swelling, on the sanguine cruor you fed, and replenished my body. my lover's impulse, abuse, delicately smoothing; the visceral course of warm flesh, nails. you are delicious, you are magnetic and i want you.
our moment was raw, consumed by passion. when i laid my eyes across your body and we exchanged hungry, and feral gazes. i could feel you. touch you. taste you. on the curve of my lips, the surface of my long, and moistened tongue. i was drowned in your memory, and soaked by the heat of your wanton transgressions; enveloped in waves of extreme pain and euphoric, pleasure. my body, was a reminder of what you would do to me. delicate, and shivering with need; each night, each waking and gasping hour where the seconds were your hands, and their darkness. lengthening with the screams of dolor impurity. it became lavishing, how you would crush and hold me so close; and i grew, desperate. wild. coveting, i was getting accustomed to your abuse. i grew acclimatized to your intense love, and equally intense hatred. i would fret, weep in the eagerness of your bold adulation. your envy possessed no mercy, aggressive as you had been. and beneath the devouring warmth of your touch, you whispered, demanding; that no one else would have me. i complied, out of love and complete adoration. to feel you beneath my fingertips, to caress my soft palms above your hard and powerful thighs. with you, i was eternally lusting and left aching with need. breathless. i fed on your soul. i ravished your skin. i would kiss your lips, with your mouth to my neck draining the red from their seas. sweet, as your taste filled my lush, and generous fangs. made sweeter, by your hoarse groans and eager hands roaming with a delicious, kneading intent. it were moments like these. moments between you and i, that made our separation unbearable. the gentleness with which i moved. the soft and painful cries i would passionately emit, as you bowed your head into my chest, and buried your nails into my shivering thighs. i would hear your breathing as you panted against me with thirsting endeavour, its ragged, arousing pulse. its vivid, aching noise. always slow and sensual at first before deepening with the coarse growls of your, carnal ache. sharp, hitched then rapidly, intensifying; your hunger was thick, satiated - a burning, throbbing pressure that swelled hotly against the base of your spine and traveled to the heat of your thighs and abdomen. i would remember your touch, as did your violence, consume me.
mourning the loss of her soulmate, Vivienn? weeps in desolation, in silence. she had abandoned them all, in a moment of impulsive selfishness; her lover, her king, their children. their memories swept unto sea, washed by her sins and immaculate grievances. their fates relinquished, until all that were left were fractured memories; dreaming lamentations. and in the darkness she covets and cries, pining in a hiss of wretched agony. a low unrelenting prayer, that she may forever be condemned: to breathe the eternal affliction of punishment, love, lust and insatiable hatred. a memory so vivid and wild, she feels as though he were always near. beside her. inside her. relentlessly, she paces, though her graceful silhouette were soft, ethereal─forgiving and erotic─ever so, tender; wrapped the seductive contours of her amorous feminine curves, and mesmerizing face. a ghost chained to the mortal realm, violently bound in flesh and spirit─without salvation, without release, her heart grew weak and frail. her lips would quiver in their low, purring melody; resigned to weep in the horror of her wake─so vast, so empty; this abandonment; this loneliness. her gaze glistening, wet and heavy with tears. "i bare my soul for you to see," she whispers, and her voice were low and sultry; pleading, in merciless endeavour. she whispers, with her slender body languidly stretched along the cold, damp earth. she whispers, and her eyes gently begin to close─slipping into another long, aching dream.
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