and the moon pleaded;

→  . THE CRIMSON YEAR ( character intro pt 4 by r.r.y @starshots )

“Let me tell you something, Yina.” 

Bronze clicked against wood as Anmi set her mirror down. Something cold shivered its way through the air. She turned. 

Her eyes were a suffocating, molten gold. 

They swirled like pools of water, arresting Yina’s attention and growing larger and larger until it was all she could see. She willed herself to look away, but could only stare, rooted in place. A scream planted itself in her throat and tried to blossom outward. It could not. Her will was nothing. She was prisoner in her own skin, a lifeless puppet made only to obey. 

Anmi stood up and stepped calmly forward, shortening the distance between them. She seemed to glide more than walk. “A fox is a fox.” The other girl said. “You can cage it, tame it, put it out on display for everyone around you to admire, but that will never change its nature or take away its claws and teeth.” 

She was close now. Her fingers reached out, and gently grazed part of Yina’s cheek. Something warm and liquid seemed to seep down the surface of her skin in a thin line. 

“So please be careful.” 

Anmi smiled. Sweet. Genuine. It lit up her eyes. Her very suddenly normal, brown eyes. 

The world slid back into place. Yina sucked in a rattling, desperate breath with the lungs of someone who had been close to drowning. 

( wip page ) // ( previously )

2020-04-27

Canon EOS M2 + EFM32mm f1.4

Push your shoes off with your toes or with the tip of your shoe, most likely. Props for drama if you yank your converse or your vans or your boots off like a soldier in a scyfi drama, but otherwise, you’re “toeing your shoes off”

Humans are much better at dissecting scents than we give ourselves credit for. If you sit there long enough, you could dissect how your friend smells. I smell like “old, beat up cars, the sour citrus he isn’t supposed to have, and something musty and natural and unique to him that clings to all of his clothes.” In order that’s old flannel, three day old hair mousse, and fish tank water. Smells like cigarettes and oils cling to your clothes, stuff like fishtanks and the food in your kitchen seeps into your belongings. Don’t feel bad about describing scents, people carry our houses with us everywhere. 

Have you ever pet someone else’s hair? That’s “carding your fingers through.” That’s it. It’s the same thing.

Ever walked around barefoot? Its three am and you’re trying to make Dark Lunch? You’ve padded around. You signal to other people nonverbally whether its coughing or sighing that you’re there so that you don’t scare them. 

Smirking is a thing most of us do with our face. Grinning, looking cheeky, and raising our eyebrows are also all things your face does. Sorry :/

You might not get this if you’re a straight girl whose never had sex, but sometimes that little strip of skin between ya shirt and ya hips? The mouth can go there. That’s an intimate place to touch and its a vulnerable place to be exposed. Overused maybe, but a valid way to show a shift in the situation. 

We all sigh!! Are some of y’all really saying that sighing isn’t a thing you do ten thousand times a week?? You don’t sigh when someone says something stupid as shit?? You don’t sigh when you gotta get up?? 

SAID IS A VALID WORD

Everything on your face casts shadows, I’m sorry you have weak eyelashes, or that somehow your brows are flat with your eyeballs

People laugh silently! I’m sorry you’ve never laughed that hard!! People giggle! People snort! People double over and move and flail! Have you ever fucking laughed?

For that matter how do y’all not blush and can you teach me

I’d also like to say sorry if: your heart has never skipped a beat reading something terrible, or when you saw someone you liked even platonically, or if you’ve never been so surprised all you could do was blink, that you never looked at someone like you loved them, and that you somehow never fucking show any emotion in your voice or your posture at all