𝐨𝐡 [ . . . ] 𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐬

this   is   an   independent,   very   selective   and   private   blog   for   my   original   character,   with  verses   for   alice   in   borderland,   cyberpunk   2077,   squid   game   and   (   hopefully   )   many   more.    [   cherished   and   loved   by   joo.   ]

eudora   was,   in   many   ways,   the   spark   that   rekindled   her   soul,   the   sunshine   of   the   perpetual   dawn   within,   the   one   that   made   it   safe   for   miya   to   breathe   anew.   without   her,   it   all   felt   extinguished   and   the   days,   what   was   left   from   that   meaningless   space,   were   no   more   measurable   —   for   the   world   seemed   no   longer   in   the   updrafts   that   were   created   for   one   another,   the   spiral   heavenward   that   could   only   exist   when   the   princess   was   felt   close   to   her.   the   light   was   cast   upon   her   countenance   almost   proposedly,   coming   from   the   window   that   was   prone   to   be   left   open   for   her   imminent   arrival.   they   had   grown   to   accommodate   each   other's   needs   and   hectic   schedules,   daring   not   to   ever   cause   trouble   when   their   lives   were   completely   different.   albeit   their   diversities   were   oftentimes   the   reason   to   terminate   their   relationship,   they   had   managed   to   battle   them   without   losing   hope,   strength   and   sheer   determination.   for   that,   miya   was   eternally   in   debt   to   her.

It was ALL-CONSUMING, ALL-DEVOURING — the scent that invaded her from all possible directions and the warmth of a shoulder pressed against a shoulder was enough to intoxicate the small beast she was, readying her to unleash all the sentiments and emotions arising with the moment. She could be easily commanded by the petite hand that reached for her own; easily manoeuvred by the tiers that dared to test her limits, by presenting the back of her hand with a kiss that was as infernal as the demeanour of the woman she swore to give her all. Azure orbs were clouded with need, witnessing her features contorting to accommodate seduction whilst her innuendos came in the form of sweet and innocent suggestions — it mattered not what she did to prevent another night of swelling tiers, of exhausted bodies, of fulfilled hearts and souls; it would happen, if Eudora continued that tenuous provocation. ❝ I'm only being HONEST... You're the one testing my limits. ❞ She leaned towards her, allowing the tip of her nose to brush against her cheek whilst a single limb supported the weight of her torso. The other limb was furtive ( undoubtedly shameless, for she was not one to be hesitant, not one to give ponderation when there was no motive for such ), it wrapped around her front whilst the palm of her hand rest against her waist; beneath the fabric, against bare complexion. ❝ Tell me who is being unfair at this point...? ❞

She laughed ( genuinely, not half-hearted, not unwantedly ) and the sound that was produced harmonized with the sound of little birds chirping outside, nurturing a peaceful morning otherwise too alien and seldom HONOURED. Denial was hence performed with a shake of her head, believing that her words mismatched the reality faced — deprived of any beauty except the one innate to her family, she still had marks of war that blemished a complexion once unadulterated and her features now bore traces of her time upon earth, coming in the form of crooked ( and profusely grotesque ) lines. ❝ Perhaps you are still dreaming, princess? It seems to me that you are imagining someone else... And that's upsetting. ❞ A sound was made within the coffin of her throat, as if sending subtle growls of jealously that were naught but formed with jest — she was undoubtedly a greedy woman and jealously, regardless of how exasperating it was to admit, was part of the package of sentiments she was doomed to feel.