Has astrophysicist necromorph fiancée, no discernable personality, rats, a mad cat, love of owls, and an irrational fear of blackberry jam. Omnivore. Knitter. Woman.
Sometimes I like to wear dresses and flounce about pretending I'm a princess.
Difficult/SimpleYou were simple once beforeDifficult/Simple by *Neffectual
I broke into your bedroom door
I found you hiding under sheets
I’d never seen you look so sweet
You curved your face into a cry
I never stopped to wonder why
You had closed your door to me
As I undressed at let you see.
You broke your nails upon my back
With snarled retorts of what I lack
You drove your mouth up onto mine
You never were the patient kind
I worried skin with sharp white teeth
You lay there and shook beneath
And I could not begin to know
Just how far you’d make me go.
You wanted much and I said yes
My hands were tied beneath your dress
You wanted blood and I said no
We both had so far to grow
I once let you split my lip
And pushed you down into the dip
Our bodies carved out in your bed
I am so good when I am led.
I was simple once before
You broke into my bedroom door
And taught me how to bed and plead
I taught you how to take the lead
You raised me high, you brought me low
And always stopped when I said no
Like we’d know this
Spaces InbetweenThe clock doesn't strike anymore.Spaces Inbetween by *Neffectual
You used to call round, and we'd lie awake, listening -
but now there is only silence/
Running Across Fields Pt. 7There was not a lot for the two of them to say to each other, and Axel was grateful for the official business which needed taking care of, the way that the servants bustled around them, so they almost never had a chance to be alone. Roxas had bags under his eyes and either came to bed after Axel and left before he woke, or was not sleeping at all. He suspected the latter, the way the boy looked in the brief moments that they did see each other, limp and unwashed clothes hanging from his frame, rumpled and stained with ink. He had been banned from the stables, Axel knew, and so it was he who took the horses out, careful on Moxie with his added weight and height, fearless on Durant, riding fiercely through all weathers. It was on such a day that he came to their rooms, dripping wet and reeking of horse, to find Roxas already in the deep bath – more like a pool – which serves their room, his eyes closed and seemingly relaxed for the first time since his father fellRunning Across Fields Pt. 7 by *Neffectual
Running Across Fields Pt. 6The wedding was going to be a shambles. Weddings were supposed to be big days, days for romance and warmth, sweet kisses and good wines, rich silks and satins. You were supposed to hold hands, taking a step into a new life and dive into your future together. Your betrothed's father was not supposed to die suddenly, three days before, and leave a hole in the ceremony which could not be filled, no matter how much weeping and wringing of hands the servants and the nobles did. Your husband-to-be was not supposed to withdraw, refusing all visitors, and stop being the lick of dawning sweetness you could see yourself coming to love, and become glacial, impossible and vicious. The only one he would allow through his door was that broodmare tart of his, who dressed all in white as if purity could be bought so easily. Axel was not fooled, not at all, nor was he bewitched by the shy smiles of greeting she gave when their paths crossed. She was good for onRunning Across Fields Pt. 6 by *Neffectual