* / timelesscreature.
❛ NONSENSE. ❜ it’s not intended as dismissal, for where the newly crowned liz taylor exudes fear, there is also a giddy anticipation —— elizabeth can taste them both, sour and mouthwatering, like biting into the acetous sinew of a lime slice. a clawed digit delves beneath the slope of liz’s jaw with delicate approach, seeking not to maim nor cut, but only to give a gentle nudge ‘neath the chin, to guide that apprehensive line of sight back to her own and offer the most tender of reassurances. ❛ head held high, the crown shan’t slip. ❜ crafted curve of a smile harbours a sincere admiration, warm veneration filling the gaps left behind by the other’s doubt.
❛ i’m with you every step of the way. ❜ it is unyielding in its deliverance, a simple fact that may not be countered nor mitigated. her voice lowers to the murmur of a secret that just the two of them share, the caring confidant by any other name just as sweet ! ❛ talk to me —— what worries you so ? ❜
touch quells panic to faint tremor, heart still stirring, thrumming within frail chest, nerves still sparking tendrils of heat / moisture to the surface of palms wrung together. though gaze is lifted ( HEAD HELD HIGH THE CROWN SHAN’T SLIP ––– A MANTRA IN ITS OWN RIGHT ) a goddess’s confidence in its entirety has yet to sprout inside, insecurities & doubt’s dastardly presences inhibiting growth. fingers itch for a smoke, a drink ––––––– anything to keep her mind from wandering too far into a territory not unknown, but just as dangerous. tone, too, remains a whisper, as if speaking such fears aloud will grant them to reality. ❛ what if –––––– what if people don’t see me the way you do ? ❜ correction to we is almost made, but rests, unused, on the tip of a tongue dancing uneasily between tips of teeth, unspoken letters swallowed.
