Bone Cold

Bone Cold

The Daily Poet - May 8 - Longhand

My bones are ice, brittle and breakable in the damp, ready to melt at first touch able to flow down a stream of blackest dark, crimson marrow unattached from the flesh that holds me together.

mythology moodboards: chang’e, moon goddess (china)

In a very distant past, ten suns had risen together into the skies and scorched the earth, thus causing hardship for the people. The archer Yi shot down nine of them, leaving just one sun, and was given the elixir of immortality as a reward. He did not consume it straight away, but hid it at home, as he did not want to gain immortality without his beloved wife Chang'e. However, while Yi went out hunting, Fengmeng broke into his house and tried to force Chang'e to give him the elixir; she refused and drank it herself. Chang'e then flew upwards towards the heavens, choosing the moon as residence. (source)

i want to touch the sun and (hold) the moon

Rags to Riches by Ariel_Riddle

Hermione does so love the tourneys. It gives her a brief reprieve from the chores and mundane life of a lowly chambermaid. Little does she know that the arrival of visitors from the east will change her life drastically. She could never have imagined that the rumors surrounding Wiltshire are true, and magic truly does exist. She doesn’t know, but she will soon learn.

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