spoondrift

withaburningviolin  asked:

This weekend. I shall not let you forget. Devyn disappeared from the party, and Scorpius is still hanging in the corridor with Lachlan... ;)

THIS WEEKEND [THE ONE THAT STARTS TOMORROW], I PROMISE. :)

I can’t back out of this promise because I promised Riss the same thing and I love you both very much, so…

Apparently she has evil plans in mind that she has to share with me, so I’m pumped. You know how Riss and I are with creating (un)necessary drama and angst for our characters. It’s just unhealthy. ;)

He, the chimerical harpist
who plucks honeyed melody,
a hale that swoons spoondrift
in her, sweet-blood
and bitten

She, alpine on westerly wind-
swept windfall, smile running
alongside miles
of breathless limerence

The dove turtled in her wrist
sings to her smile
between slumber and surface
the story of a grace,
of a soul
as sweet as bathed bouquet

as soft and crisp
as the turn of a page;

Sings of only one.


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