Moonspear ᵐᵗᵐᵖʰ envinyatar (mtr.)

unsleepy sunday post bleh

Held by him, as a home should:  “Say it,”
for if her first birthsname must be brought to notes by another’s chords, then let it fall forth from his— murmuring a gentled coaxing that was neither command nor entreaty, only just able to hitchedly, hushedly breathe them by her own shorn lips as she sculpted rubied brow upon the winestained of his own. Let him see how he unraveled her as they surrendered to something so archaically soothing within another that was not simply this age-old waltz;
ruined, she was ruined! maddened! yes— the lie the lie the lie
that he would return to her and remain past the hour of his departure; sweep her into his arms, smother her with all that they ached for, undeserving; and yet all too deserving of all that their hidden hearts quailed from; what she had known rest within the judgement of the queenseye and yet she might pretend upon lamblike ignorance of such, she yet might n—!
Faerie furthered herself into fälscher; a revenant gleam therein her gaze, therein the doting press of mouth upon those features; the weight of him anchored heavy upon the faded tapestry of her, ribs aquiver upon the stone but
she cannot resist of Mahler that which he covets, if only for this ebbing moment and so she cinches herself; warbling; for she must stave her own release, if only hear his own upon his tongue in the manner of her unmantled name and bloodtitle.