the vein of light

Internal bruising can be seen when the hand is held up to a light. The bones block the light, but the meaty part of the finger to the sides of the bone scatters light around the bone and allows the light to make it to the other side by taking an indirect path.The light you see is red because oxygenated blood absorbs other colors of light, but not red. The bruise and the veins are dark because deoxygenated blood also absorbs red light. (Source)

poems for the signs

The fire and blood of a dragon runs through your veins,
and it takes only but a spark to light your fuse
Your soul is an inferno, that wanders through the night, 
wailing like a lonesome wolf.
You are a force to be reckoned with,
with your tempting, but destructive beauty.
You have the ability to scorch even Earth itself,
with just one single glance.
You, my dear, are built out of gold,
one of the most rarest and beautiful things to find in life.
Never lose your flame, for you will lose nothing but yourself.”

You have flowers blooming through your soul,
even in the most darkest and hidden parts of you.
You illuminate a brightness, brighter than the sun,
with your silent radiance.
People are memorized by the power behind your voice,
as the honeyed taste of spilling love falls from your lips.
You are nature itself, grounded and tough,
but pleasuring and lush, like the trees around you.
You are the healer, kissing people’s wounds,
with your undying love.
For you are hard-headed, but not hard-hearted.”

You are the unusual, the chameleon soul,
changing your colors, due to your inner indecisiveness,
that is as wide as the ocean.
Your eyes are like stained glass windows,
holding many colors that represent the wide range of emotions that you hold.
You are the soft skin your lover craves to caress,
the skin that smells of lilac and sunflowers.
Your deception is playful and freeing,
for you are a sharp-tongued lover.
Darling, you are a safe haven, a home,
and anyone who dares to entangle their soul with yours,
will be changed forever.”

You are the nurturer at heart, 
the one that keeps lovers safe in soft silks.
Your soul is bathed in moonlight,
while your tears ripple in the crystal oceans of your collar bones.
The blue-dark belongs solely to you,
and your soft hands part the dark,
letting the light shine through for everyone to be entranced by you.
With beauty as dangerous as a knife,
and love like a double-edged blade,
You are the moon, the keeper of night.”

You are the vibrant goddess of the day, 
with skin as gold as the sun, 
bringing hope to the sunrise. 
Unconditional love brews inside of your photosynthetic heart,
with the ability to keep people alive with a burning desire.
You are sharp-tongued and made of broken glass and honesty,
which is to be admired throughout your life.
There are heartbeats in your eyes that shine so brightly,
you are to be mistaken for the sun itself. 
You are so much more than all of your sins and mistakes,
and all of the tears that stain your radiant eyes,
will soon turn to gems.”

You, my love, are a flower born in the heart of a drought.
Your skin is made of lace and silk, for you are fragile thing,
to be handled with love and care. 
But deep in that pure soul of yours,
lays ardent thoughts and dangerous beauty.
The scars across your heart shall fade like a distant storm,
for you are a soul seeker, a searcher, most importantly, a human.
You are a gentle nymph, singing lovers into a trance,
for you are as lovely and ethical,
as  a faery song.”

For you are a bed of roses, 
with your crimson petal lips and china doll cheeks.
Sometimes you are as bright as the day,
Sometimes you are as dark and mysterious as the night,
you keep people on their toes, waiting for your next move.
You are beauty, in the way that humans so rarely are,
warm and starry eyed,
for you truly are the child of Venus.
You love with the strength of a storm,
but with the kindness of a child.
Darling. you are the oxygen that everyone needs.”

Silver raindrops drip from your lips like stars in the sky,
with hips like a hurricane and a soul to match. 
You are the body electric, the midnight dancer,
with passion that is to not be confused with arrogance. 
You are a supernova, the explosive rebirth,
with a smile that crafts magic.
So many layers and colors you hide, 
contained in your electric heart.
You seep poison into the veins of those who hurt your loved ones,
for your undying passion and love knows no bounds.”

You laugh and smile in sunbeams,
for you are ready to burn through the darkness of the night.
Your everlasting light is buried in the softness of love,
but the untamed dark lingers through your soul.
You, yourself, are a religion, a dreamer,
but as dark and deep as the midnight ocean.
You are so in touch with the earth all around you,
for you have stars in your eyes and moon dust in your hair.
You are a warrior, a light, a fire.”


You, my love, are the definition of inner strength. 
Beyond the hunger of your golden dreams,
a softness remains.
Your soul is a work of art, so bold and unique,
everyone wants a part of you.
tease, touch and dark,
love is something special, and you treat it like gold.
There are sparkles in your doe eyes,
and your touch entrances people,
with the undying mystery and ferocity in every stroke of your love.”

You are made of nocturnal oracles and burning stars,
the brightest stars from all the heavens.
Your brilliant mind is as wide and colorful as the aurora borealis,
and oh, what I’d do to get lost in it for eternity.
Your heart bleeds in water colors, 
for you are the ocean itself,
keeper of the lively tides.
The bruises that paint across you skin are like galaxies,
for you are fully made of star dust.”

You are the galaxy in the skin of a human, the owner of the sky.
Your bruised mouth speaks an intoxicating type of love,
for you are a sweetheart, a seductress.
Your starving soul is desperate to wrap around another,
for you find beauty in the broken. 
Your mystical and rose colored aurora draws admirers in,
for you, yourself are the unknown.
Darling, you leave a trail of stars wherever you go,
for you a wanderess of the night.” 



what Icarus imagined:

  • Apollo has a smile like the sun; lips soft and loving;
    the warmth that welcomes spring buds; beautiful, brilliant, bright;

  • tasting immortality; too little; golden ichor, golden everything; 
    the stuff of legends 
  • wings that are light; lifted up by life;
  • kind breezes caressing feathers;
  • a sky big enough for mortal dreams

what Icarus saw:

  • Apollo has a smile like the sun; teeth harsh and unforgiving;
    the heat that orders summer famines; burning, blazing, bright;

  • tasting immortality; too much; charred veins, charred everything;
    the stuff of fables

  • wings that are light; weighed down by wax;
  • cruel gales consuming feathers;
  • a sky too small for godly dreams

── hey icarus, was it worth the fall? | fio huang

All I Wanted; C.H. 6

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4 , part 5

I’ve spent the rest of my hour bickering with Calum and chugging beer after beer. I wouldn’t say I was drunk, but I already felt the alcohol coursing through my veins. I was happy, a bit light headed and I had no care in the world, exactly how I’d want to feel when I decided to have a drink.

“You ready to go?” Calum grins as he wipes his hands on one of the nearby dish towels, stepping beside me as he licks his lips. I don’t know if he is doing this on purpose, but he’s doing this to me right now. I wouldn’t want to speak of them out loud, because that would mean that I’d admit I was having the hots for him.

“Ready if you are.” I smile as I hop off of my seat, grabbing my jacket to wait by the door. Calum walks behind me to grab his own jacket off of the coat hanger and he curses loudly when he glances outside. “What’s wrong?”

“That’s my ex, on the other side of the curb.” Calum groans as his large hands rub tiredly over his face, another groan falling from his lips when he quits his rubbing.
“I don’t see the problem here.” I simply state as I gaze up at Calum, who seems to have a permanent frown etched onto his brow.

“Now that I’m single again she constantly nags me to get back together, I swear I’ve never hit a girl but with her I’m so close to –“ Calum cuts off his sentence there because his statement about this particular woman is already made.
“Well, then you’re taken until you drop me off at home.” I grin as I slide my arm around his waist, underneath his jacket and bat my eyelashes at him sweetly.

Calum chuckles but his smirk is bright and wide as he throws his arm around my shoulders and pulls me impossibly closer to his warm chest.
“This is probably the easiest I’ve ever had a girlfriend.” Calum laughs and I boisterously laugh in response, right as Calum opens the front door to let us both out. Of course he’d say something like that.

“Oh, you’re such a charmer.” I slap his biceps as I step away from him, waiting for Calum to lock up and get us going. I let my gaze drop to the girl on the other side of the road again and see her talking to her friends, but still eyeing Calum as he steps next to my frame again. He’s impeccably close, right where I want him. He gazes down at me with almost a love struck grin, winks in my direction before he speaks up. I can feel her eyes burning into the back of my head.

“Let’s go.” He lightly pushes me and I almost lose my balance. I feel the alcohol again and giggle softly, my hand in front of my mouth as Calum tries to steady me.

“You okay babe?” He smiles sweetly at me and throws his arm around my shoulders again as we start walking. “I might have a bit too much to drink, after all.” All the way to Calum’s car, I can feel her gaze trained on me. And that’s exactly why I snuggle further into Calum’s embrace, gaze up at his strong jawline and in a flicker of confidence, press my lips against his defined jaw.

I can see him tense, but he doesn’t say anything. All he does is grin brightly as he opens his car door for me. “After you, babe.”


“Well come on, I’ll show you the painting. I swear it’s really there!” I giggle as I step out of the car and grab a hold of the opened car door, sticking my head back in to grin at my ride home.
“You can’t be serious, Y/n.” Calum laughs as he cuts off the engine, getting out as I wait for his to catch up to me.

“Won’t your dad be horrified you’re bringing home boys at ungodly hours?” Calum jokes as he trails a bit behind, apparently reluctant to follow me inside. I turn my head as I stop at the door, unlocking it as I speak up. “Don’t worry about that, he’s on holiday. I’m home alone.”

Calum’s lips take the shape of an ‘o’ before the smirk is present once more. He follows me inside quietly and I stop in the middle of my dark hallway, Calum bumping into my back.
“Wait here.” I order him and quickly scurry across my deserted hallway to switch on the light.

“Creepy, huh? I told you, it follows you around.” Calum and I were just staring at a painting of our departed dog. My mum, when I was still a toddler, had the painting made because she thought he was such a beautiful dog. Eventually, the painting turned out pretty disturbing with its beady little eyes following your every movement when you entered the hallway.

“Why does your dad even keep it?” Calum visibly cringes as he turns away from the painting and towards me. “Because that dog used to bite my mum and he absolutely loved that dog for it.” I chuckle dryly and Calum laughs along as I walk to the door that leads into the living room. “Care for a drink? Now that you’re here anyway.” I smile and don’t wait for a response as I just disappear into the kitchen for two bottles of beer.

“Thanks babe.” Calum grins as he takes the drink out of my hand and pops the cap with his lighter, handing me the opened one while taking the other from my hands. “Well, cheers, fake girlfriend.” Calum winks before he laughs and draws a laugh from my lips as well. I watch him for a moment, the bottle pressed to his plump lips, his eyes closed as he throws his head back just the slightest. His Adam’s apple draws my attention when I see it bob as Calum swallows and I lick my lip absentmindedly. Maybe I shouldn’t be alone with him. I recollect my throughs and slowly saunter to my living room.

“I think I did a great job, if you ask me.” I shrug my shoulders nonchalantly as I drop onto the sofa, throwing my feet up on the coffee table.
“You were absolutely marvellous, even I thought it was real for a second.” I feel the blush crawl onto my cheeks as I bring the bottle back to me lips and avert my gaze.

Calum and I had spent the last hour drinking in almost complete silence, only small smiles being shared between us or me simply staring at the handsome man on the other side of my sofa. He said it might be best if he left. “I’m not letting you go; you know that right?”

“What? Why?” I think I can see a sparkle in Calum’s eyes as he tries to suppress a smirk and I roll my eyes before I answer. “You’ve been drinking; I don’t want you getting an accident on your way home. You can stay here. I’ll sleep right here.” I pat the sofa for emphasis and snuggle further underneath the small blanket I had retrieved somewhere along the night.

“I’m not staying and depriving you of a good night’s sleep, Y/n.” Calum groans, shaking his head as he pulls me up right. “Well you’re not leaving, Cal.” I know there’s a glint in my eye, a devious one at that when I innocently smile up at him. “Then we’re sleeping together,” I raise my eyebrows at his statement and he pushes me before continuing, “We’ve done it before so…”

“I guess you’re right.” I shrug my shoulders and I let my fingers enclose around Calum’s wrist, pulling him along to my bedroom on the first floor. We undress faced away from one another, before crawling into bed. I hand him my laptop so he could search for a movie on Netflix.

It’s quite awkward at first and I’m constantly holding myself back of not laying against Calum’s chest. After a while I think he realises what I’m trying to do and he lifts his arm, beckoning me over. I grin against his chest and settle, watching the laptop on his lap.

I’m drifting off into a slumber when I feel Calum shift beneath me. I can sense his warmth above my head and I keep my eyes closed, pretending to be asleep, when Calum pressing his soft lips against my forehead. He keeps lingering for a few moments before his touch retreats. A smile makes its way onto my lips as I snuggle further into Calum’s chest and the world turns dark.

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there are butterflies resting along your spine. you look up and smile at me, golden curls bouncing slightly in the breeze. i feed you a sweet little confection and you reward me with a sweeter smile, your tongue hot against my fingers now.

your lips, that delicious pout, the scent of you, the sight of you laying naked on a picnic blanket drives me insane with want.

when i touch you, it feels like sunlight streaming through my veins, lighting up every nerve. you finish sucking on my fingers, leaving them wet. god, i need to be inside you so badly. i love your shallow little gasps and clenched thighs, the way you grind down on my fingers desperately.

i replay your moans in my head for days afterward.

In the canon novel Aftermath: Empire’s End, Ben Solo is described as a pulsing living band of light. He is light that ‘sometimes is thrust with a vein of darkness’. 

Ben is a powerful force of the light side….the description in the book makes it sound like he’s the personification of light. But that light is being invaded by darkness, darkness from an outside source?