Sharon Olds,Stags Leap

Sharon Olds, Stag’s Leap

@meaercies — ‘you know i love you, right?’

they’ve been sitting in silence for so long that the skies have shifted from a hazy swirl of pinks and purples to an INKY BLACK NIGHT; the two of them as silent as the moon above. as she read her book beneath the faelights, her only reminder that azriel was right beside her had been the warmth from his body, and the occasional touch as they shifted to find more comfort. at some point in the evening she had found their fingers tangled together, and when her book had finally sunk it's teeth into her, she began to swirl gentle patterns against scarred knuckles - the speed of the motions a silent symphony that matched the pace of the plot. nesta had been doing just that when his voice broke the reverie, and his words stilled her hand; stilled her entire being.

“what do you mean, azriel?” she asks him in a measured voice, daring to glance at him. but she knows exactly what it means; feels it too. she also feels nauseas all of a sudden, as her mind travels through all of the moments that have bought them to this one.

when i make a weird and off putting version of elain it’s over for you bitches x

send ‘you know i love you,  right?’ for my muses reaction  (  can be platonic or familial,  not just romantic  ). 

Bookstores always remind me that there are good things in this world.

— Vincent van Gogh