#spring tide

@graveyarddirt is.with.me, we bitched and exchanged the music and offerings of Pain. The Great Old One is. also.with.me AND cast her gaze upon me. Then there was Palm Sunday, the Divine showered me with gifts.

I'm finally coming back to life.

I drew codras' shark poni.

“Oh, I’m so cold,” she speaks, breaking the silence between the two that the loud blaring of the television had been previously filling. The sound of voices inside the screen had been the only thing playing to the distraction of the two in the night.

“How are you always so warm? Do you not ever get cold?” She asks, a light irritation in her voice. She wished she could be like him, more warm than cold. However, she never was.

The thoughts of walking down the street, radiating a sun-like feeling not only throughout her body but others, was a delightful jolt of daydream rushing throughout her brain. He, on the other hand, had nearly but a speck of trouble with this, as it came nothing but natural to him.

“I wish I could be like you.”

“Then stay, my love. For more than this night,” he whispers to the girl's ear, slowly dancing his fingers through her orderly hair. “I will help you find worth within your heart for you as you are.”

“Stay? If only it were possible darling. I would never part from your side.”

There is a shared glance into each other's eyes as she begins to pull away from the only man she would ever come to love. He watches as she trudges gracefully into the darkness, leaving his fiery soul ablaze.

There is no goodbye, for they know they will meet again.

Heading home