#ljuga

Hey let’s do that one meme where you put a ♫ in my ask and I write a poem with the first lines of the first five songs that come up in my iTunes

omg its so perf im— <33333

SHHH PROGRESS IS BEING MADE B’I MAYBE

                                                                                   ( FREEDOM in DEATH ; her only                                                                                      escape from the barren containment                                                                                      that loomed.  -------------------- )

        blood would seep from the minuscule lacerations littering         the surface of her tongue, jaw forced shut, canines burrowing         deep to  s t i n g. a reminder that pain was amidst what she could         still f e e l. collared like a rabid hound, the once proud sorceress         & self-proclaimed empress is forced before the throne of Aѕgαя∂,          viridescent irises were saturated with venomous DISDAIN as if it         was to CORRODE the Allfather's pretentious armour & DEVOUR           the aged meat concealed beneath.

「 Softer expanse knew not the bounds of wretched discourse, instead it did all but heckle beneath the fluttering eyelids of a warrior born of plume and steel. Churned in the very coal and tinder that so wryly fought against he who put himself before her. Whether 'tis on purpose that she catches the glimmer of viridian on obsidian or not, she begs a thankful plea for a shorter passing. Yet an earned respect he still garners from her ilk, bred of higher ascent than what flourishes beneath a caged breast.  

     The bow of a crown weighted heavy upon paladin charge, she provides, nose crinkling and irises stalwart in resolute sternness. His company never bodes more than slithering pleasantries.