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to wage this war against your faith in me - draco - 02-24-2020 draco i've got a face of gold, i've got a heart of coal, but baby that's my cross to bear “I can’t believe that fish bitch tried to take you again,” Draco hisses, furious red eyes scanning the horizon for anymore intruders. Dust coats his normally shining black coat and a trickle of blood runs down his cheek. i won't take you back we're going to hell for this RE: to wage this war against your faith in me - Dove - 02-29-2020 dove LOVE COULD BE LABELED POISON AND WE'D DRINK IT ANYWAYS. She didn’t understand why Loess kept trying to take her, but it was unsettling. She knew it was not because of her. Dove, on her own, was nothing desirable. She was quiet and meek, and she did not wield any sort of powers that would make her useful to anyone. She was, though, a useful pawn when trying to target Draco. She was a safer option than Ghaul, that was to be sure. It made sense that if someone was trying to retaliate against her brother that they would come for her – weak, unassuming, plain Dove. When the dust settles and it is just the two of them, she finally begins to relax. She did not know who Rebelle was, or why she had fixated on her brother, but their brief encounters unnerved her. She doesn’t respond to Draco’s earlier furious statement, opting to let him vent. When he was angry she was never sure where it was going to be directed at; even though it wasn’t her fault she was always afraid of accidentally making it worse, and so she remains quiet. But his whispered question brings her eyes to his, and she feels her twisted heart flutter in her chest. She doesn’t protest when he pulls her close, and she hates herself for how easy it is to melt against him. That familiar war threatens to rise up again, and she desperately tries to swallow it away, to smother it with logic and reason and remind herself how wrong it is. “I’m fine, I promise,” she reassures him gently, with a timid smile that is hidden against his chest. The sound of his heartbeat drowns out the rest of her thoughts, and she almost forgets she isn’t supposed to want this. Isn’t supposed to want him, isn’t supposed to want every little wretched thing her heart can’t help but to want. “They wouldn’t be able to keep me away from you,” she says on a whisper, her lips hesitantly touching against his chest. “No one ever will be able to.” RE: to wage this war against your faith in me - draco - 03-30-2020 draco i've got a face of gold, i've got a heart of coal, but baby that's my cross to bear There is filth in this universe that sullies even the brightest, purest mountaintop snow. It trails like smoke, and then like ash—ebony darkness that finds a lovely gray once mingled with some glistening ivory. The kind of filth that stains pale skin, the kind that seeps into one’s pores until the smell just sticks—it falls like rain on it’s worst days. i won't take you back @[Dove] i am so sorry this is not good AND i made it extra dramatic please forgive me RE: to wage this war against your faith in me - Dove - 04-08-2020 dove LOVE COULD BE LABELED POISON AND WE'D DRINK IT ANYWAYS. He steps away from her and she almost cannot hide the wounded look that bruises her dark blue eyes. She does her best to will it away, because she knows it’s wrong. It’s wrong to want him, it’s wrong to be hurt that he would question it and pull away from her. How can she possibly be hurt, when he responds exactly the way that he should? And she, the shy and meek girl that she is, anything that resembled rejection would have been enough to send her drawing back into herself, but today, something is different. Today, she wants to cross the line that they have been so cautiously walking. She wants to see what is on the other side, just this once – but of course, she is too young and naive to consider the irreparable consequences. That once they cross it there might not be any going back; that once he touches her, he will have a piece of her that can never be given to anyone else again. “I don’t know,” she says quietly, looking up at him with eyes half-hidden by the silver of her forelock. She closes the space that he had opened between them, and touching her lips to the stars on his face, and then slowly down his neck as she says in a trembling whisper, “I just know that I will never be able to love anyone the way that I love you, and it terrifies me.” RE: to wage this war against your faith in me - draco - 04-16-2020 draco i've got a face of gold, i've got a heart of coal, but baby that's my cross to bear Somewhere in the Sylvan forest lies Draco’s heart. Beneath the damp, dark soil and the pallid, aromatic leaves beats that which he felt he must give away. To exist in such a world—as within it as he was without it, that is—a boy his age naively gave away what gives him life. What he lives now may be breathing, walking, talking, existing—even living, as life is without a false sense of purpose, but it lacks that special passion of those still with hope. i won't take you back |