love has killed more men than any d i s e a s e.❞ ɪɴᴅɪᴇ ᴄᴜᴘɪᴅ / ᴀʟʟɪsᴏɴ ᴀʀɢᴇɴᴛ·s sʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ

nampervisum-archive-blog said: “Snap out of it.”

      ; his words will bring her back to the present,
       to the world in which she pressed her gifts into
          the hearts of those who did not desereve it.

    small fingers will pull at a loose thread hanging from
      her sleeve, her breathing coming out uneven and ragged.
    Her hair is limp, eyes darting from side to side —-
  w h y   d o e s   h e r   h e a r t   f e e l   s o   h o l l o w ?     

    she’ll see flashes of the wonders of a first kiss,
           of the sadness of a last, of the happiness of a
    a wedding & the sadness of a funeral.
                      Her heart was heavy.

                                ❝ r-r-ight… sorry.❞

#nampervisum  #( ; answered )  

                                             ❝ meme.❞ 

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            ; It was the first moment that I saw her, properly, that I fell in love.
                Perhaps it was that my arrows where meant for my own heart, as she
               was obviously made up of finer treasures than that of which that adorned
              the soil of such a place as earth. I loved her then, as I love her now,
                    —- with those silken curls and wide hopeful eyes.

            I was stupid though, a childish creation,
          selfish — always wanting m o r e from the world.

                                   she had the sort of eyes that had
                      stardust sown upon them & when they met mine for
       the first & last time, I was afraid.

AFRAID because I’d never seen a beauty as pure
as hers, afraid because I had surrenderended my soul to
her gentle touch. She was everything I ever wanted.

             & then I lost her.

#nampervisum  #( ; answered )  

                                             ❝ meme.❞ 

            ; the feeling of his finger running along the scar adorning her forehead,
                of both eyes meeting hers —- it surprises her. It’s the sort of feeling that at
               swirls through her head, makes her eyes widen — her heart pause a
                 second before it once more begins to b e a t. fear it is —-
                     a somewhat unknown emotion to the girl.

           ❝ I got it by accident, really
           I, um… you don’t need to fix it up.. ❞

                                       her eyes will dart from side to side,
                      she suddenly feels so horribly anxious,
       every nerve on fire, the stars in her eyes, dying. 

the childish god had been reduced to exactly that,
   a child, full of fear, afraid of the unknown.

            ;;  & In this case the unknown is simply a boy,
                    a boy who is paying her a kindness.

#nampervisum  #( ; answered )  

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