THE BOY WHO HELD THOSE BURNING STARS LIKE FIRE IN HIS HAND.  it hurts  ,  but they remind you of home  ,  doesnât it  ?  by king.
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THE BOY WHO HELD THOSE BURNING STARS LIKE FIRE IN HIS HAND.  it hurts  ,  but they remind you of home  ,  doesnât it  ?  by king.

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Tea Time- Accepting!
*Nelly drank Azzyâs tea!
*You find yourself eager to bring the glass to mouth, barely sparing as much as a sniff before taking in a long sip of the liquid within⊠you already know itâll taste good in your soul, donât you?
Sure enough, itâs a pleasantly familiar flavor that you immediately recognize; butterscotch. It brings an amused smile to your face as you drink, thinking of how it and Krisâs would make a full pie flavor together. You silently consider the thought of themâŠ
⊠though, also reminiscent of Krisâs tea, thereâs something that ends up making your brows furrow that you notice more the longer you sip. There isnât an odd aftertaste that you canât place, as you remember of Krisâs , but rather⊠a lack of one. Itâs perplexing, that youâd feel odd about the taste of butterscotch on itâs own⊠youâve had it before plenty, and itâs never bothered you before.
And yet still, the sense of lacking continues to grow the more of it you take in, the more you drink the more you feel is missing. Inevitably, you pull the glass away.
It wasnât bad, it really wasnât, justâŠ
*⊠an uncomfortable reminder.
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Let it run my mood
Can't stop thinking of you
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â  when you leave my colors fade to grey  ,  ooh ah ooh ah ooh ay  !  every word of love i use to say. now i paint them everyday  !  â

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â   @dessember25thâ  â±Â  "Hey, dorkass, get down here." A familiar voice calls from below, and is usually when she's beckoning like this, there little chance to turn down to face her before strong hands grip the boss monster by the collar and abruptly drag him downward with zero hesitation; bringing him just a bit closer to eye-level with his audacious reindeer companion, and a LOT closer to touching snouts.
There's a single moment of stillness between them, after she locked them close like that... more than enough time for him to notice the mistletoe dangling between them, tied to one of her antlers- the inevitable look of realization enough to make her smile, having been waiting for it. "Merry Christmas." She said, breaths carrying her words already heated in anticipation, before she closed the remainder of the distance between them with a kiss.
One that'd hopefully be both longer lasting and less bitey than their pocky day attempt.
UNDERÂ THEÂ MISTLETOE.
its said loud  &  clear  /  that rough  &  affectionate tone youâve come to familiarize yourself with.  however before youâre given a chance to even look at the reindeer  /  sheâs already got her hands on you pulling you ever so close to her leaving you with nothing short of a  â  WAIâ  â  snouts practically pressing up against another  /  fur flushed in red as starry amber eyes look at her  (  catching a glimpse of something in the corner  /  green  &  red  /  a mistletoe  ).
oh.
once more  /  before you even get a chance to say something in response she takes initiative with her holiday spirit.  closing your eyes at the kiss  /  you realize how soft it was.  you lift your hand to caress the side of her face leaning more intimately into the kiss.  let the stars in the endless night sky that burn ever so brightly be your witness  /  to a love thatâs been trapped inside that soft heart of yours  (  finally  /  you think  /  over the long years itâs been caged inside  /  waiting  ,  hoping  /  yearning  ).  the seconds are gone  &  after that the minutes fly  /  soon how much time has passed was not a concerned.
your heartâs been bruised for a long time now  /  it needed this.
the two of you break apart after what felt like forever  /  &  even still you needed a minute to process what really happened  (  yet never letting go of her  ).  your face must be red by now  /  you could feel the heat just from a tender kiss  (  albeit it did come by surprise  ).  all those years youâd sooner forget  /  those memories of grasping for nothing  (  the spaces between your fingers felt so empty without her  ).  your heart a perilous ravine  /  a disconnect from it  &  outside world.  all those days  &  night spent in dreams  /  it was a far better world than the reality you learned to live in.
&  it all came to an end  /  with just a single kiss.
â  merry christmas.  â  it was now your turn for sudden affection  /  pulling her close to your chest embracing her in a big hug.  one that screams of the years of not wanting to let her go  /  a hug to stabilize your own reality that sheâs here with you   (  yet the stars know of the truth in your actions  /  theyâve watched you grow  /  &  the subtle ways that youâve changed  ).  the stars that burn of miracles  /  oh how they have heard the star princeâs wish.  they know of the emotions kept inside your heart  /  so they know that when you hide your face from her  (  itâs for your tears youâve held onto for far too long  /  to finally fall from your eyes  ).  rest easy now  /  your wishes have been heard  &  a miracle came true.  you wonât forget this  /  not again will you let her slip from your fingers.  never again  /  will you let your feelings go unheard.
â  i love you  ,  dess.  â
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@hypergoner said: he reaches out to dess, simply brushing the bangs out of her face & sweeping them to the side. Eventually his hand slides down to caress the side of her face. Heâs just staring , a little mesmerized. Thereâs a big dumb smile on his when he looks at her.
Thereâs a light huff of mock annoyance at him meddling with her hair, a hand instinctively reaching up grab his wrist and pull it away; only for the movement stop short as his hand slipped down on itâs own, warm paw pads gracing over her face, the soft touch giving her mind pause. Itâs only then that she looks up at him, really looks, and surprised crimson meets mesmerized amber.
Sheâs silent for a moment, locked staring back at him⊠but, inevitably, the harsh girl softens, eyes going half-lidded as she nuzzled into his touch; her hand that had been poised to rip his away instead resting gently atop of it. A purr canât help but escape from her, in that instant.
When was the last time sheâd felt so comfortable, so safe, enough to simply melt into someoneâs touch? She couldnât even remember. And yet, even without memory, she knew she missed it.
â⊠I love you, too, Az.â Words come out quiet, half-dazed as she looked back up at him. He didnât need to say it, his dorky smile spoke loud enough.