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O Prince, Sweet Prince
I am a moon and
I am without a
Keeper
You are lovely And I wish to be
Loved.
Hold me close always And I will give you An unnoticeable love.
Mymoonlightmagicseems
Even colder now.


The SphereI want to say that I never believed her.The Sphere
She meant to have me chained ‒ now literally. I think she always wanted it this way. But I can only speculate.
Shes kneeling before me, aglow and vibrant. Cradling the golden sphere in her hands.
But she doesnt look at it. Not once since she caught it; she only looks at me. But it is a look of remorse and attrition those eyes that tell me she meant this all along. She wants to speak, but what can she say really? To make this betrayal........ tasteful?
I had it almost ‒ that she let me think..........
It sh


ImmaculateImmaculate your pallor is sick Chilled milk andImmaculate
Snow banks on graves.


The Night, Other SideShe didnt care about the snow and the cold.The Night, Other Side
She didnt care about the world.
She didnt care about dying and ending it all. Ending it all.
She only saw him, alive, in the night and the falling snow. The falling snow that touched him when she could not.
His eyes too, lambent and violet - perturbing in the way they seared through the darkness, she saw them, so clearly - the most clearly. She hated and loved them, that in them she saw so perfectly his beauty and his determination to defend. And to die.
For her. She hated that most of all, and despaired of him
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