* 𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 .

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𝑦𝑜𝑢    ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒    𝑏𝑒𝑤𝑖𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑑    𝑚𝑒 .  .  .     

𝙲𝙾𝚁𝚁𝙴𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙽𝙳𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼:    DE LA ROUSE, JEANNE-LOUISE.    ——    @luemiere​    ▼    ❛❛      hozier    —    arsonist’s lullabye.      ❜❜    𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚂:    ANSWERED.

❛❛            i   knew   love’s   perfect   ache.            ❜❜

  ❝    and    you    lost    her  ?    ❞                        it is spoken softly  ,    with care  ----     with remorse                       (    we have all watched love die    /     the damnable curse of what we are    )                       to walk this earth with bleeding hearts  ,    and to know that death moves on without us  ----     that life carries on  ,    and we are stuck just beyond it  .    observers  ,    bystanders  ,    curious     &    weeping

❝  you  are  hungry  .  ❞    the  mattress  shifts  under  their  combined  weight  ,  the  singer  at  her  side  in  an  instant  :  she  knows  ,  she  knows  ,  and  she  can  provide  .  this  she  can  do  ,  this  small  thing  —  one  she  does  not  mind  .  

jean’s  eyes  are  sunken  ,  just  so  .  not  enough  to  betray  her  lovely  mien  ,  not  enough  to  change  her  beauty  in  any  way  —  but  enough  to  cause  concern  .  christine’s  heart  flutters  in  her  chest  .  her  ribs  cage  the  bird  in  flight  .

❝  take  what  you  need  from  me  ,  yes  ?   ❞    a  reassuring  smile  ,  time  and  time  again  convinced  that  she  will  be  coaxed  to  wake  from  this  exquisite  dream  .  it  has  been  long  since  christine  had  touched  a  book  about  the  creatures  of  the  night  .  she  no  longer  needed  to  .  silken  gown  is  moved  aside  ,  free  of  her  neck  and  wrists  .

❝  you  could  never  hurt  me  ,  you  know  .  ❞

a    midnight    flower    fully    in    bloom  ,                      the moon in view  ----    caught in pools of silvery blue light                       (    she  ,    born from the splendor of nighttime roses  ----    the most treasured in the garden    /    a gentle breeze  ,    the howling of wolves  ,    the catastrophic cacophony of her undoing    )                       HOW EXUISITE YOU ARE                      how contrary  ,    the maddening beauty of your paradoxical existence  .    cruel  ,    darkened creature of blood    &    iron  ----    you were made to be adored  ,    but in shadows you must hide  ,    for what blessed curse hides in the very marrow of your bones    /    pollutes your blood    /    grows in your lungs  .    infectious  ,    like disease  ,    and yet you love it despite its agony                       (    what gifts the night has given  ,    and though it aches  ----     and takes from you without remorse  ,    you willingly feed the mouth of the beast    )                       ❝    christine  .  .  .    ❞  

it is a sigh  ,    spoken like a prayer  ,   or a song                       (    but truly  ,     what was the difference between the two  ?    )                       it sits melancholy on her tongue  ,    turns    &    rumbles     &    aches like some ancient memory  .    her hands in her lap  ,    clenched the chiffon    &    velvet around her body                       ❝    you know me too well  ,    how could you tell  ?    ❞                        a songbird  ,    unafraid of what monstrous things grew wings in the night  .    had she no fear  ?    no trembling heart  ,    or worry of what could happen  ?                      (    though i am old  ,    and well practiced in the art of mercy  ,    there are those who would rob you of your life just around the corner    )

𝕾𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖊    𝕵𝖊𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖊   -   𝕷𝖔𝖚𝖎𝖘𝖊  :    patron saint of wayward artists    &    lost souls

just outside the city of paris  ,    in an unknown woods  ,    sits a small home nestled in a small meadow  .    all around it blooms a vibrant garden  ,    fruits    &    vegetables sprung from the earth  ,   and flowers  ----    seemingly forever in bloom  ,    brighter    &    more beautiful than the sun itself  .    the trees sway gently in the wind  .    and through open windows comes the sound of soft singing  ,    melodic    &    crystalline  ,   like birds  ----    like fairytales  .    the smell of warm  ,   fresh baked foods follows quickly behind  .    if you peek through the door  ,   left cracked open  ,    you can often see a woman dancing alone slowly  .    you’d think the sight sad  ,    but instead it fills you with a sort of peace  .    there is joy in her movements still  ,    and you have the strange sense that even if she looks alone  ,    she always dances with a partner                   (    ghosts  ?   the wind  ?   you’re unsure  ,    but you know it’s true    )                      everything is golden  ,    caught in the cascade of warm sunlight from above  .

this house seems to call to you  ,    though you do not know how you found yourself there  ,    whether it be by fate or by happenstance  ,    you are overcome with relief                     (    she herself has led you here  .    weary traveler  ,    an artist with holes in the soles of your shoes    )                      you step inside  ,    unhesitant but curious  ,    and she greets you with a smile  .    she seems to know why you’re here  ----    she sees your easel sticking out of your worn bags  .    her hands are warm as she guides you to the table  .    without even asking she has placed a meal in front of you  ,    and told you to stay as long as you would like  ----    there is a bedroom just to the left over there  ,    the bed is already made  ,    it can be your home for as long as you need it  .

𝑔𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑓    𝑖𝑠    𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠                   it is senseless  ,    abstract  ,    overwhelming  .    it is a tidal wave    /    a natural disaster    /    it is pure devastation that threatens to drown you every waking moment of every day until you can swim back to shore                  (    grief holds hands with love  ,    and so too does death  .    for as much as we wish it untrue  ,    such things are always connected    )                  and to be immortal  ,    is to know them all far more intimately than you could ever dream of                       to be eternal  ,    you must bare your soul    /    open your eyes    /    become witness to them                       you must take each love with caution  ,    you must hold it in your hands  ,   and cherish it  ,    and know that death will follow close behind  .    you must watch the faces of those you adore turn from smiles caught in hazed sunlight  ,    to grim facades laid in a casket  .    you must know grief intricately  .    you must understand it  ,    and know that it understands you  .    it will lay with you  ,    side by side  ,    as you mourn in your bed for days  .    it will hover over your shoulder  ,   rest its head wearily on your back  ,    cling to you like a lover years later  .    even when you think the grief is done  ,    that it has left to haunt another  ,    one day you will open your eyes and see it lingering in the corner again  .    𝑦𝑜𝑢    𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙    ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟    𝑡ℎ𝑒    𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒    𝑜𝑓    𝑎    𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑔  ,    𝑜𝑟    𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟    𝑡ℎ𝑒    𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑠    𝑜𝑓    𝑎    𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟  ,    𝑜𝑟    𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ    𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟    ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠    𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑡    𝑎    𝑐𝑜𝑎𝑡    𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔    𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛  ,    and the grief will reclaim you with all the dizzying suddenness of a hurricane

                                    i    lose    everyone    i    love

you understand that all too well  .    how many dead live within you  ?    how many souls  ,   faces  ,   voices  ,   memories  ----    do you keep alive by mere thought of determination alone  ?    how many have died in the sanctuary of your arms    /    gazed up at your face as if you were an angel  ,    heaven-sent  ?    how many letters sit in your desk  ,    messages of condolence    &    horrible news    /    ℎ𝑜𝑤    𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑦    𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙    ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑑    𝑡ℎ𝑒    𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛    𝑜𝑓     𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟    𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠    𝑖𝑛    𝑡ℎ𝑒    𝑖𝑛𝑘  ?    you understand loss more than most  ,    you have slept with grief for years on end  ,   letting it try to eat away at your heart                  (    but you are stronger  ,   rose - hearted  ,   born from love  .    you are unwavering in the storm  ,    and though grief has brought you to your knees  ,    𝐲𝐨𝐮    𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞    𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐝    𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧    )                  ❝  you won’t lose me  ❞  

it is spoken with purpose  ,   assurance  .    𝑖𝑡    𝑖𝑠    𝑎    𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑑  ,    𝑎    𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛    𝑡𝑜    𝑡ℎ𝑒    𝑔𝑜𝑑𝑠    𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑣𝑒  ----    you will not lose me  ,   no god can take me  ,   no heaven could bind me                  i am a light that will always find its way back to you                   her hands  ,    bared before him for the first time  ,   gently wrap around theirs    /    her soul pierces the darkness of his eyes  ,   commanding                  (    𝒚𝒐𝒖    𝒂𝒓𝒆    𝒂𝒏    𝒂𝒕𝒍𝒂𝒔  ,    𝒂𝒏𝒅    𝒔𝒐    𝒂𝒎    𝒊  .    but i have shouldered such sorrow for longer  ,   and i am asking you to rest your weight on my shoulders too   )                  you do not have to be alone  ,   you do not have to wallow in shadow    &    let darkness overcome  ,    you do not have to fear the reaper  ,   or eternity  .   death is assured  ,   you have felt it    &    so have i  ,    it has pierced your skin    &    watched the life spill from you slowly  .    𝑦𝑜𝑢    𝑎𝑟𝑒    𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟    𝑜𝑤𝑛    𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑝𝑒𝑟    𝑛𝑜𝑤  ,    𝑦𝑜𝑢    𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑑    𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟    𝑜𝑤𝑛    𝑔𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑓  ,    and i will always be beside you

result  :   it    feels    like    home  .    you're the kind of person that makes people feel safe  .    you probably couldn't be intimidating if you tried  ,    but that doesn't matter  .    what matters is your kindness and compassion  ,    your innate way of making people feel happy  .    you're so good at taking care of everybody else  ,    but don't forget to take care of yourself  ,    too  !    you deserve the same love you give so freely