deep in the meadow under the willow

mbti types as things in nature
  • enfj: those large, overhanging trees with sprawling roots that you love to curl up against and play in
  • infj: quiet, dark caves with a glimmer in its depths where the sun hits the pool inside
  • enfp: sunbeams dancing on the surface of the lake, making it sparkle like a thousand fireflies
  • infp: gazing from the top of a mountian at the spread of forest below
  • istj: the still, perfect moment at the top of a mountain where cliff meets sky
  • estj: great oak trees with branches that soar towards the sky and deep, anchoring roots
  • isfj: the quiet space under the willow tree where you can curl up and feel safe
  • esfj: laying in a meadow of flowers and feeling the sun warming your skin
  • entj: lakes that have been perfectly frozen over and have a flawless white coating
  • intj: the hidden crevice in a cliff that leads to a secret, hollowed-out space inside
  • entp: those particularly strong breezes that push your hair out of your eyes on a hot day
  • intp: spotting the glimmer of something shiny in the middle of the forest
  • istp: walking through the forest at midnight and listening to every rustle and chirp
  • estp: the wild field full of tall grass that you could spend hours playing in
  • isfp: clouds that have been painted by the sunset and are soft pinks, oranges, and yellows
  • esfp: the stream cutting through the ground and sparkling silver in the sunlight
6

They play in the meadow. The dancing girl with the dark hair and blue eyes. The boy with blond curls and grey eyes, struggling to keep up on his chubby toddler legs. My chlldren, who don’t know they play on a graveyard.

Deep in the meadow under the willow
A bed of grass, a soft green pillow
Lay down your head, and close your sleepy eyes
And when again they open, the sun will rise

Here it’s safe, here it’s warm
Here the daisies guard you from every harm
Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true
Here is the place where I love you - Mockingjay epilogue

2

The questions are just beginning. The arenas have been completely destroyed, the memorials built, there are no more Hunger Games. But they teach about them at school, and the girl knows we played a role in them. The boy will know in a few years. How can I tell them about that world without frightening them to death? My children, who take the words of the song for granted: ‘Deep in the meadow, under the willow. A bed of grass, a soft green pillow. Lay down your head, and close your sleepy eyes. And when again they open, the sun will rise. Here it’s safe, here it’s warm. Here the daisies guard you from every harm. Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true. Here is the place where I love you. My children, who don’t know they play on a graveyard.’ Peeta says it will be okay. We have each other. And the book. We can make them understand in a way that will make them braver. But one day I’ll have to explain about my nightmares. Why they came. Why they won’t ever really go away. I’ll tell them how I survive it. I’ll tell them that on bad mornings, it feels impossible to take pleasure in anything because I’m afraid it could be taken away. That’s when I make a list in my head of every act of goodness I’ve seen someone do. It’s like a game. Repetitive. Even a little tedious after more than twenty years. But there are much worse games to play.

Deep In The Meadow

Deep in the meadow, under the willow
A bed of grass, a soft green pillow
Lay down your head, and close your sleepy eyes
And when you awake, the sun will rise.

Here it’s safe, here it’s warm
Here the daisies guard you from harm
Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true
Here is the place where I love you.

Deep in the meadow, hidden far away
A cloak of leaves, A moonbeam ray, Forget your woes and let your troubles lay
And when again it’s morning, they’ll wash away.

Here it’s safe, here it’s warm
Here the daisies guard you from every harm
Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true
Here is the place where I love you.

Deep in the meadow, under the willow
A bed of grass, a soft green pillow
Lay down your head, and close your sleepy eyes
And when again they open, the sun will rise.

Here it’s safe, here it’s warm
Here the daisies guard you from every harm
Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true
Here is the place where I love you.

They play in the Meadow. The dancing girl with the dark hair and blue eyes. The boy with blond curls and gray eyes, struggling to keep up with her on his chubby toddler legs. It took five, ten, fifteen years for me to agree. But Peeta wanted them so badly. When I first felt her stirring inside of me, I was consumed with a terror that felt as old as life itself. Only the joy of holding her in my arms could tame it. Carrying him was a little easier, but not much. The questions are just beginning. The arenas have been completely destroyed, the memorials built, there are no more Hunger Games. But they teach about them at school, and the girl knows we played a role in them. The boy will know in a few years. How can I tell them about that world without frightening them to death? My children, who take the words of the song for granted: Deep in the meadow, under the willow, a bed of grass, a soft green pillow, lay down your head, and close your sleepy eyes, and when again they open, the sun will rise. Here it’s safe, here it’s warm, here the daisies guard you from every harm, here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true, here is the place where I love you. My children, who don’t know they play on a graveyard. Peeta says it will be okay. We have each other. And the book. We can make them understand in a way that will make them braver. But one day I’ll have to explain about my nightmares. Why they came. Why they won’t ever really go away. I’ll tell them how I survive it. I’ll tell them that on bad mornings, it feels impossible to take pleasure in anything because I’m afraid it could be taken away. That’s when I make a list in my head of every act of goodness I’ve seen someone do. It’s like a game. Repetitive. Even a little tedious after more than twenty years. But there are much worse games to play.

3

deep in the meadow + paintings

Deep in the meadow, under the willow
A bed of grass, a soft green pillow
Lay down your head, and close your sleepy eyes
And when again they open, the sun will rise.

Here it’s safe, here it’s warm
Here the daisies guard you from every harm
Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true
Here is the place where I love you.

Deep in the meadow, hidden far away
A cloak of leaves, a moonbeam ray
Forget your woes and let your troubles lay
And when again it’s morning, they’ll wash away.

Here it’s safe and here it’s warm
And here the daisies guard you from every harm
And here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true
Here is the place where I love you.

You're Mine...

((chapter six))

Jay leaned on Pallettes shoulder, purring and telling the broken soul all about their day.
“Oh you should’ve felt how amazing it was when he Kissed me back.. it felt amazing!” Jay said, feeling absolutely lovestruck. Pallette was trying to reply but forgot about it and began talking to himself again. Jay sighed and grabbed one of the piece of fruit Jay was eating and made sure it was small enough so Pallette wouldn’t choke and jay fed him. Pallette noticed the food and ate it, that was one of the few things he strained to keep his attention on. Jay purred.

Pallette felt like a pet, not in a kinky way, but a literal way. Jay fed him a few more piece of fruit and Pallette yawned, Jay laid his head on his lap and softly sung a lullaby.

“Deep in the meadow under the willow, a bed of grass a soft green pillow. Lay down your head and close your sleepy eyes, and when again they open the sun will rise.” Jay softly sung to Pallette, who yawned again and slowly fell asleep. Jay didn’t feel exhausted at all, and just laid his head back against the wall and took a catnap. He softly pet Pallettes head and leaned forward to give Pallette a soft kiss on the forehead.

“Have a nice sleep Pallette.” Jay said softly and gently put Pallettes head on the cushioned floor and got up. He picked up his fruitbowl and went toward the door, closing it and locking it. Jay went upstairs and put the bowl in the fridge for later and traveled to his room.

Jay wanted Goth.. he wanted him all to himself, but he needs his heart to do so.. Tomorrow. Tomorrow he’ll confess.

And if Goth doesn’t accept his feelings.. Jay smiled, He will make him love him. Jay will keep him all to himself, and frame the murder of his dear Goth to the public like he did to Pallette. Then, and only then, Goth will forever be his. Jay giggled softly, Goth will love him. And Jay loves Goth. They were meant for eachother, and no one can say otherwise and be alive.

Jay looked over at the shock collar, Jay noticed from the stalking he had done to Goth that he had a few kinks. And affections. Jay needed to know more before getting somethings. He let out a sigh.

“Oh Goth.. i love you i love love love you..” Jay let out a long purr, but he heard crying and hat knew who it was and went down to the basement and into Pallette room.

Pallette was crying, Jay sighed and looked the door behind him as he went over to Pallette and soothed him to sleep again. Instead of leaving Jay laid down next to Pallette and slept with him, this proved further that Pallette was completely broken and was no longer what he was before.

He was a pet, and nothing else. Needing attention and to be fed, no longer having a concept of time. And jay loved it, he had someone to talk to, to tell everything to. And Pallette wouldn’t tell a soul, Jay slept soundly. Even if someone somehow broken in and had malicious intent to murder Jay Pallette would probably wake up and attempt to attack. Even if his hands were unable to be used.

Jay when waking up thought about training Pallette, and about getting him a cute collar and new clothing since his own were ripped and tattered. He purred and continued to cuddle Pallette, he used to despise this being but now held a spot for him in his soul. Jay now had a ‘loyal’(?) Pet.


Goth- @nekophy
Pallette- @angexci
Jay- @calibriskeleton

I’m tempted to bring normal Goth and normal Pallette into this.