#rapiersquad

       ❛    are you realllly that mad at me? you can’t be that mad.     ❜

                   incarnadine ichor pooled unto her tongue, WOLF’S HOWL devoured by honeyed saccharine.  an epoch of fragility, a tempest deluged to springtide’s zephyr.  (  midas touch ‘pon her atlas heart, seducing stygian ablaze & abloom with dawn’s cerise.  she is buried in it’s pyre.  )  a taunt of esurient longing aches against the base of her spine  —-  catalyst of rust, mouldered kohl ‘twixt ivory bones.  fatigue swathes ‘pon her eyne,  captivated by the constellations he shoulders.  autumnal dole stock still in her bated breath, ink-stained fingers fidget listlessly, twined into the curls at the nape of his neck. solace swells unto the timbre of mirthful laughter, belie to the athanasy of SERPENTINE GRIEF  (  it roams the flesh betwixt ribs, seeking abode against a desolate heart  )  ❛  we were afraid for you.  are you okay? ❜