@ilbella 𝖆𝖘𝖐𝖊𝖉 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖆 𝖐𝖎𝖘𝖘
𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐈𝐍 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄 ---- she was beautiful in the way of angels , and fairytales , and dreams ( she was fair , and bright , and when she smiled upon you , it left you with the distinct feeling of divinity brushing it’s tender wing against your heart ) and so , he wondered , what he had ever done to deserve her . great beast , lurking and snarling ---- lumbering through decaying halls / no more vision than a nightmare , a death omen , a cursed ---- disgraced prince . the enchantresses death card , the reaper that stared at him with cold , vacant eyes
yet , despite all that he had been ---- all that she had seen , all he had done to her , she still had remained . she still had held him , had cared for him , had loved him . . . ( my cursebreaker , my salvation , my love , my love , my love )
his head turns , and she stands in the doorway ---- her lovely , pink lips parted in silent words , though she had not needed speak them for him to know she stood before him . not for the way his heart had skipped beats , as silent and graceful as she moved , no ---- he would always know her , by presence alone , by the way the air and the earth moved so tenderly for her
in an instant , she is in his arms , and a bubble of laughter spills past his lips as he spins her round the room / a silent song ---- played tenderly , by the light splintered through the windows , and the smell of roses that perfumed the air . he smiles , and wordlessly his lips are upon her’s . crushing , and gentle , and all consuming . fingers splay against the ivory white of her elegant neck , cradling the base of her skull , where such lovely blonde hair sat curled ❝ my love , if you were any more beautiful , i think the sight of you alone would send me to my grave ❞
teasing , his nose gently bumping against her own ---- one last lingering kiss , one last ghost of lips against one another , one last smile that brims / so full , threatening to spill with the weight of his emotions . love thuds dully with every frantic pulse of his heart . a sigh , and his hands hold her face so gently , the way one would hold down the wings of a dove ❝ is there something you needed , anima mia , or have you simply come to take my breath away ? ❞
