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//cuddles Nami-mun <3//
Baeee lemme love you <3

naminethelonelywitch
((a.k.a. shy being cough-))

It hasn’t really been that long since the Mark of Mastery Exam - Riku knows that well.
If only because he hasn’t really gotten used to his new Title yet; hearing it, using it, heck, even having it is a bit of a heavy burden on his shoulders, yet a light feeling in his Heart.

Perhaps it was horrible to say that, in seeing Kairi once more and finally being able to see her more often, he could see Naminé in her depths - the deepness of her eyes, her facial structure, her kindness;
It all brought the blonde Nobody to mind - but not exactly in the form of replacement.

So needless to say that teal orbs had blinked in complete confusion, utter disbelief and yet, something else, too - a little bit of relief, to know that Naminé was still there.

‘Don’t worry - you’re all still you.’

“Naminé….?”

Riku was slow to question it, silver eyebrows furrowing just slightly in question before one arched in curiosity, his head tilting;

There was no doubt about it - it was definitely her, in the flesh;
Well, either that, or he’d fallen asleep - and this was some weird, incorporeal dream or vision or something,

“What’re you doing here…?”

She means nothing to him anymore
he swears,
and his words feel hot as they settle
in your hair -
“you aren’t her,”
he says
but
when the night settles around you
maybe you can taste her tears on his pillow, maybe
you can smell her shampoo or the sweet soap
she agonized over picking out just so he’d tell her she
reminded him
of lilacs
maybe at first you feel good, good, good,
you feel chosen, you feel
like you won
but
her ghost has become as familiar to you
as your shadow, you taste her toothpaste and
you hear her laughter,
he says “she used to paint her nails like you”
and you say
“yeah?” and
go home
and don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry
because you feel good, good, good
god did he just choose you because you wear her dresses and like the same things as she did except you’re more into his tv shows and less into weddings are you just a replacement are you just scar tissue to fill up the wounds she left are you just the girl between the girl he wanted to marry and the girl he actually will
and he says
“she means nothing to me anymore”
and you say
“yeah?”
and some sad sick part of you
knows you should save yourself the trouble
of a heartbreak so loud your neighbors would call the cops, thinking they heard gunshots -
you’re smart and you’ve seen how these things go and
one day he’s going to say
“she meant nothing to me, anyway”
and he’ll be talking about
you
because you already mean less to him
than you really should
but god help you every time he kisses you
you feel
good, good, good.
—  "I love him but he still loves her." /// r.i.d
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Home To Me
  • Home To Me
  • Jamie Brown
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A song from Clarke to Lexa after leaving Camp Jaha!

Love comes at a cost,
We used to drink to those
We’d find, and those we’d lost.
And I’ve being wandering these lands
With bloodshed on my hands.
I’m searching for you,
Cause only you, will understand.
 
So will you help me carry my heavy heart.
And I will hold yours close and try to take apart,
The pieces that haunt your days,
You’re like home to me, so please say I can stay.
 
Cause you asked me what I would do after,
I never thought that I’d be here looking for shelter.
But maybe it’s meant to be.
With here with someone who bares the cross
Of lives lost,    
To set their people free.
 
You don’t have to apologise,
I know the weight of the crown
And how hard it lies.
You said I was brave and not,
To let my emotions show.
But now children are being buried,
And it’s all ‘cause I let myself go.
 
So will you help me carry my heavy heart,
And I will hold yours close and try to take apart.
The pieces inside that haunt your days,
You’re home to me, can I stay?
 
You asked me what I would do after,
I never thought I would be looking for shelter.
But maybe this is where I’m meant to be.
With someone who bares the cross of lives lost,
To set their people free.
 
You hoped that Polis would make me change my views,
But what if I’m the monster, it’s me and not you.
We’ll never be the good guys,      
But we’re bad guys after all,
Cause surviving tough,
And some live will some fall.
 
So will you help me carry my heavy heart.
And I will hold yours close and try to take apart,
The pieces inside that haunt your days,
You’re like home to me, so please say I can stay.