#saeron

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💛 With him she sleeps among the stars pressed up against her cheek. And when dawn breaks, all it touches is gold. She has never been loved so kindly. Never been wanted so completely. She needs those hands tangled up in her hair, those arms to shelter her. He's the home that's with her wherever she goes. "Of course it's him," Eilithe says with a chuckle. "Dense sometimes, grouchy others. Stubb--- oh, sorry Resolute always." Her eyes lull shut and her face finds serenity that has not been afforded to her in years. "Whatever time I have left, I want to spend it with him and our family. Bathed in gold." ❤️ He does not need her. It's difficult to bring himself to need anything. But she reminds him so much of still-nights spent in Winterspring, he doesn't tell her those were the hardest days of his life. There, he loved the snow, and watched it settle outside of the window of his confinement. Each flake shivered down off great limbs, and there was peace. There was quiet. "Well, it's like this, buddy," he begins with a chuckle. "I don't think about anyone else. I rarely come to Stormwind for my blood family, it's for her." He sighs and it is almost dreamy. "Think it just amounts to that: it's her." "Sir, this is a Wendy's," the cashier said. 💜 It's lust, it's got to be lust. Twisted-up in knots, lightning rod synapses, a dead butterfly taking flight. It's automatic, written in the code of everything that calls itself people. But they are a hunter. They are only their want and their hunger. But why, but why, but why does she insist that she loves them? "It's weird. I'm not saying it isn't," she confesses. "But they aren't like anyone I've ever known. Sometimes it is sad because they don't know anything about people. And so it scares the hell out of them whenever they find a new emotion. And those times I feel bad, because they wouldn't even be thinking about it if not.." "It's just that even the sad things have made them. The way they stare dully at their work. The way they mock my voice when I say something stupid... the way they take care of me after I'm hurt," she mumbles the last. 🖤 The ground shakes with every stroke of a pen. Never enough words, he'll never have enough words. 'I love you, I love you, I love you.' He writes it in every language he knows. He writes it over pages and onto walls and onto his skin, it's carved there and he hopes that it scars. He does not want to forget it, he wants to burn up in that fire. My god, let him be that last matchstick.

this is my first kiss, and might be my last kiss.

i'm the same with you and while i don't think saeron and yeri actually dated, i do genuinely believe yeri had some type of attraction towards saeron. there's this one live video with the two of them (either vlive or instagram or something) where yeri kept repeatedly stating that she wished saeron was a guy so she could date her. i don't know whether it's because yeri is straight or because of her fear of coming out to liking girls in a conservative country but i do think there was definitely something there.

yeri's girls