04-30-2022, 12:16 PM
@Eira is beautiful.
how she had not seen before, the nightingale does not know until now, when her gray fell eye flutters open upon the quiver that arrows through her plain elfwoven figure. when her mouth holds itself just shy of her mountain's temple, where blessedly, godsblessedly, his allseeing skyvault eye remained shut ( or, so he let her believe ). taken by whatever fancy nestled itself within the vestiged corners of whichever world he now made true in his mind. the slumbering giant, first fate-made — hers.
all of theirs tied to the mistveil were where one's word meant bond;
but the vala could not resist the gleaming golden lyrestring thrown then between him and her.
he will wake to kisses and want for nothing;
their stormborn roses cradled between rib and hip.
how she had not seen before, the nightingale does not know until now, when her gray fell eye flutters open upon the quiver that arrows through her plain elfwoven figure. when her mouth holds itself just shy of her mountain's temple, where blessedly, godsblessedly, his allseeing skyvault eye remained shut ( or, so he let her believe ). taken by whatever fancy nestled itself within the vestiged corners of whichever world he now made true in his mind. the slumbering giant, first fate-made — hers.
all of theirs tied to the mistveil were where one's word meant bond;
but the vala could not resist the gleaming golden lyrestring thrown then between him and her.
he will wake to kisses and want for nothing;
their stormborn roses cradled between rib and hip.
the staff team luvs u
