#drippingredledgers

          ❝ hey, hey —— you wanna hear a secret ? ❞

she leans over with little regard for personal space, brushing flame-like locks of hair away from natasha’s ear for whispers to be better heard.

IRON & STONE.   she feels the slavic wind nip at her milked skin,   prickling deeply into her blood.  & with her girlhood stolen,  taken as bird-wife like her blood-sisters,   she had learned to hold herself into her sternum,  dark & grained,   swallowed by pride & greed by which she could not hold. 

lips as rich as dahlias remain firmly their shape.

❛  ваши кости кажутся голодали,   товарищ. ❜

SEND ME DEATHLESS QUOTES / ACCEPTING.

we take the deluge in our mouths & its SAPIDITY is one of orison — saliniform, a matrimony mortiferous, but the halophilous are always graveless. find thy cippus amid the benthos — an osculation pelagic, her bathysmal tongue ‘twixt thine teeth, ullagone—— she, who paces widow’s walk. he, who chases borzoi. 

( not yet, not yet —— still hyperborean in thine halitus, sovenance SUSURRUS in the larynx; chronology, always the most SCELESTIC of mistresses. )

obfuscation like FROSTWORK ‘pon a countenance etiolated leucochroic — boy is man is bear, & ‘twixt the ribs does ursicide vellicate. NAME ME APOTHEOSISED, SO THAT I MAY TASTE ATHANASY —— LAY IBERIS AT MINE FEET, WATCH IT WANE. here, warrior of erythropsia; her mane, her mouth, her mind, relegated to anamnesis, burstingbaccivorous in the mouth. he is long-acierated, an aegis hominified, yet still does KENOSIS accloy aneolith throat, malacissation like VARIX. a cataclysm of celadon & griseous rooted in their gaze — a debellation diaphanous, vernal in their brumal sepulcher. perhaps it buds icterine ‘neath the sternum. i promise to come home, always —— you are my home, always.

the lament of VIXEN and her BOAR; two pneumae that never should have touched, malacissation, creature rended into paired bodies. the distance yawning 'twixt gelid digits is serration, now; deluged lungs, a mouth's share of brine, the ocean's bones a BLADE 'neath the trachea.

emily.  emily.  you are my favorite of favorites.  the writer i turn to when i need inspiration to spark or prose to galvanize my muse.  an endless source of creativity  &  kindness.  i stumbled across your aesthetic blog the other day and it struck me how perfectly the word,  if there was a singular word capable of doing so,  exceptional  fits you.  all of the incredible things i could say about your depth of understanding  &  rigorous dedication to the very essence of natasha romanova aside,  it’s your love of language,  your love of  words  that elevates everything you do.  

as i’ve said before,  and countless others have reiterated one way or another,  you writing exists in a realm of its own.  reading your work is like poring through a storybook of lost folk tales,  the stories forgotten and slipped through time,  war  &  beauty  &  death         but compassion, too.  and love         spun around this one enigma of a woman.  she is myth  &  mystery,  tangled up in misconceptions,  but you know her so intimately,  you write her with so much fascination in all that she is that every facet that comes alive through you unravels a little more of her to expose someone  real,  of flesh  &  blood.  

your writing wakes me up,  and whenever i’ve had the pleasure of being able to thread with you it’s always been  challenge  &  an invitation to go a little bit further,  to be more daring,  more profound.  our kids have such a compelling dynamic in any universe,  and i absolutely love how we’ve been able to play with the complexity  &  nuance of their relationship.  one of the most amazing things about roleplay is bearing witness to how a writer’s love  &  imagination transforms their portrayal;  there’s so much humanity  &  artistry to your dedication that nothing i’ve seen or read or heard about natasha since hasn’t been influenced in some way by your words.  and,  y'know,  one day i'm going to be writing gushing 5-out-of-5 star reviews for your novels on goodreads waxing poetic about creations just as brilliant  &  vividly composed.

in short,  you are  extraordinary.  in what you do  &  who you are.  thank you so very much for saying all these lovely things.

I JUST PISSED MY PANTS A LIL

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