Just to let you know.
If you care to find me, I'm here.
the lamentation of swans .the lamentation of swans . by ~warstar
Their meeting was one of coincidence, their courtship one of uncertainty, and their engagement one of marked misgivings. He knew little about her, but could not deny that he loved her. When they wed, he promised to take her to the lake everyday; they would build a house beside it, and then she would never have to part from it again. She missed her family at times, but was an ideal wife and, when their children grew, they played always in the lake and grew to love it as she did. Of course, they took after her in more ways than just one. Pale hair, pale eyes, pale skin, they were all hers, and their appearances only hinted at something more, as
Love the GhostLove the Ghost by ~warstar
She looked at him, a tear forming in the cool colours of her left eye, trickling down one transparent cheek only moments later.
"I'm dead" she said, stating the obvious.
He closed his eyes, trying to block out the reality of her finally accepting her fate.
"So you are." he confirmed, adjusting his shirt collar in an effort to distract himself from the situation, was he going mad? He attempted to block out the sight of her coffin riding on the shoulders of her brothers only hours before.
But now she looked so real to him, perhaps more alive than she ever had, and he realised how deeply he really had loved her, though never professing it en
laces and moonlight.laces and moonlight. by ~warstar
"Oh fuck." she said, jamming her two cents into our conversation. I tried to ignore her, shoving them back, unwanted as they were. "You didn't just say that."
I looked at her appalled. "In fact, I did." was my retort, bitter in the moonlight she radiated.
Fuck off, was what I wanted to say, but I bit my tongue before it decided it was more bold-hearted than its owner.
She gave me a look her eyes were surely unhappy with, because they shut and looked away before her mouth became motivated enough to speak again.
I wanted to take your hand and drag you towards our home, our bed; but my hand dared not stir from my side, the other paired its