RoyalBeeMage he/him Posted June 3 Report Share Posted June 3 3 hours ago, BlueWildRye said: The start of the second one is Let It Go from Frozen lol. Really good though! thats what i thought! 3 hours ago, Anguished_One said: i wrote stuff this morning tw: depressing Reveal hidden contents Strong: (Lies) Do you ever feel this way, My friend? Like the thing you wish you were, The thing you pretend to be, Who other people see you as, Is just a lie? You aren’t that person. We know this, deep down, As much as we try, It won’t happen. Life is trying, And ultimately, Failing again and again. And if it takes A few words to break Our illusion of Confidence, bravery… A few words. My friend Self conscious decided to Barge their way in again. It’s not always words. It can be even just a glance From the right person. My strength is a lie. No, not a lie. A lie implies that there was Something to begin with. My strength is an illusion. I’m lying, just by my clothes Alone. Strong. Lies. If I was strong, I could stand. If I was strong, I wouldn’t hide. If I was strong, I wouldn’t have So Many Scars. So much Pain. I wouldn’t fail as often, Or as badly. So many lies… Strong: (lies) The lies are strong. Stronger than me. I might break. My illusion is misting away, I’m crumpled to the ground, Unable to keep going, Unable to lift my eyes Upwards. Weak. ~ Stick 6-2-24 Hide contents Conceal, Don’t feel, Don’t let them know. They don’t want you How you are. They want- No, need- You to hide. They don’t want to have to look at Their mistake. Their failure. Their… daughter. She’s better hiding, Alone where she can’t hurt anyone Anymore. Keep your head down. Eyes down. Just… Shrink. Down where it’s Quiet, Where everything is soft, Fuzzy and Smothering. Be smaller. Hide it. Hide… them. Nobody wants to see that. Nobody can bear your Weakness, and the scars It left behind. They’re proud of you When you hide. They say you look better When you hide. How do I answer that? “I’m sorry for not hiding Sooner. I’m sorry I’m a failure. I’m sorry you have to look at me Every. single. day. I’m sorry I’m here. I’m sorry…” Is that what they want? Fine. That’s what they get. I guess… my pretend bravery, Misread as defiance and pride, Was a mistake. A mistake made By a mistake. Conceal… You can’t feel Anymore. We won’t let them know. Ever. Again. ~ Stick 6-2-24 wow they are both amazing! 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Through The Living Glass She/Her Posted June 3 Report Share Posted June 3 4 hours ago, Anguished_One said: i wrote stuff this morning tw: depressing Reveal hidden contents Strong: (Lies) Do you ever feel this way, My friend? Like the thing you wish you were, The thing you pretend to be, Who other people see you as, Is just a lie? You aren’t that person. We know this, deep down, As much as we try, It won’t happen. Life is trying, And ultimately, Failing again and again. And if it takes A few words to break Our illusion of Confidence, bravery… A few words. My friend Self conscious decided to Barge their way in again. It’s not always words. It can be even just a glance From the right person. My strength is a lie. No, not a lie. A lie implies that there was Something to begin with. My strength is an illusion. I’m lying, just by my clothes Alone. Strong. Lies. If I was strong, I could stand. If I was strong, I wouldn’t hide. If I was strong, I wouldn’t have So Many Scars. So much Pain. I wouldn’t fail as often, Or as badly. So many lies… Strong: (lies) The lies are strong. Stronger than me. I might break. My illusion is misting away, I’m crumpled to the ground, Unable to keep going, Unable to lift my eyes Upwards. Weak. ~ Stick 6-2-24 Reveal hidden contents Conceal, Don’t feel, Don’t let them know. They don’t want you How you are. They want- No, need- You to hide. They don’t want to have to look at Their mistake. Their failure. Their… daughter. She’s better hiding, Alone where she can’t hurt anyone Anymore. Keep your head down. Eyes down. Just… Shrink. Down where it’s Quiet, Where everything is soft, Fuzzy and Smothering. Be smaller. Hide it. Hide… them. Nobody wants to see that. Nobody can bear your Weakness, and the scars It left behind. They’re proud of you When you hide. They say you look better When you hide. How do I answer that? “I’m sorry for not hiding Sooner. I’m sorry I’m a failure. I’m sorry you have to look at me Every. single. day. I’m sorry I’m here. I’m sorry…” Is that what they want? Fine. That’s what they get. I guess… my pretend bravery, Misread as defiance and pride, Was a mistake. A mistake made By a mistake. Conceal… You can’t feel Anymore. We won’t let them know. Ever. Again. ~ Stick 6-2-24 Wow, Stick. *hugs* You doin' okay? 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Just-A-Stick she/her Posted June 3 Author Report Share Posted June 3 23 hours ago, BlueWildRye said: The start of the second one is Let It Go from Frozen lol. Really good though! On purpose! (And thank you smch) 19 hours ago, RoyalBeeMage said: thats what i thought! wow they are both amazing! Thank youuuu! 18 hours ago, Through The Living Glass said: Wow, Stick. *hugs* You doin' okay? *hugshugshugs* Much better now, though tired cause I cried myself to sleep and got a headache BUT I'M OKAY- 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Through The Living Glass She/Her Posted June 4 Report Share Posted June 4 2 hours ago, Anguished_One said: Much better now, though tired cause I cried myself to sleep and got a headache Hate it when that happens. Feels good to get it out though. Just wish I didn't have to get anything out at all... 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Just-A-Stick she/her Posted June 4 Author Report Share Posted June 4 1 hour ago, Through The Living Glass said: Hate it when that happens. Feels good to get it out though. Just wish I didn't have to get anything out at all... *hugs* so relatable tbh *hugs again* 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Just a Silvereye he/him Posted June 4 Report Share Posted June 4 *hugs* This is really good! *another hug for good measure* 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Just-A-Stick she/her Posted June 7 Author Report Share Posted June 7 I did a painting! Spoiler 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Edema Rue she/her Posted June 7 Report Share Posted June 7 6 minutes ago, Anguished_One said: I did a painting! Reveal hidden contents It’s beautiful!! It feels like there’s a witch living there 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Just-A-Stick she/her Posted June 7 Author Report Share Posted June 7 1 minute ago, Edema Rue said: It’s beautiful!! It feels like there’s a witch living there *gasp* *gets down on one knee* *clears throat* "My darling friend, Eddie. Would you give me the honor of naming you the Official Witch of my Sunset Painting?" 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Edema Rue she/her Posted June 7 Report Share Posted June 7 11 minutes ago, Anguished_One said: *gasp* *gets down on one knee* *clears throat* "My darling friend, Eddie. Would you give me the honor of naming you the Official Witch of my Sunset Painting?" *gasping* *clasps your hands* *sobbing* Yes! 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Just-A-Stick she/her Posted June 7 Author Report Share Posted June 7 10 minutes ago, Edema Rue said: *gasping* *clasps your hands* *sobbing* Yes! *sobs with you* *stands up and hugs you* My dear, you should totally link the picture and put your newfound title somewhere for all the lovely humans (and non-humans) to see! 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Through The Living Glass She/Her Posted June 7 Report Share Posted June 7 38 minutes ago, Anguished_One said: I did a painting! Reveal hidden contents Ohhhh Stick it's BEAUTIFUL 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Just-A-Stick she/her Posted June 7 Author Report Share Posted June 7 2 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said: Ohhhh Stick it's BEAUTIFUL Omg thank youuuuuuuuuuuu 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BlueWildRye he/him Posted June 8 Report Share Posted June 8 I do see why one would think a witch lives there. There are two V shapes. Like, VV. Which looks like a W. Which stands for Witch. A little complex but yeah. 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Just-A-Stick she/her Posted June 13 Author Report Share Posted June 13 2 poems! Spoiler Pebbles I I am the collector of pebbles. I tread across the smooth, Damp sand, Crouching, Picking up the pebbles. Some people, They go after the beautiful, Perfect, Seashells. The picturesque, The flawless. That’s not me. I want the pebbles. Every one different, Every one beautiful in Its uniqueness. Each has its beautiful scars, Marks of a journey, Of suffering, But it makes them no Less valuable. No less beautiful. I pick them up, I have a plan for each one, To help them be seen. Their stories are beautiful, They deserve to be shared. I am the traveler, Dancing, plodding, limping Across the sky, Across countless stories. A star. I am a collector of stories. Each one so beautiful, Part of another journey. I don’t want perfection. I want you. I want your story the way You Tell it to me. I want you to be seen. I need more stories. A collector’s job Is never complete. So let me gather you, Your pieces, Broken, scarred, Pocked by suffering, Let me hold you. You are still Beautiful. It just takes the right kind Of person To see the beauty In a Pebble. Let me hear your Story. Let me tell you About your beauty. You are irreplaceable. I don’t need Your name, or face. But will you share This with me? Tell me a story. Share another pebble. ~ Stick 6-12-24 ^ also in a SU so sorry if you saw it twice Spoiler Veins Stretching blue Beneath taught skin An avenue for Life’s blood, For passion, For hope. Thrumming with The internal Power of the strong; Wrapped around, Up and down, Everywhere throughout The body. Each vessel, Flowing within, It’s own purpose and part. An exit for crimson, An opportunity for pain, But also healing. The mark of a fighter. The scars of wrestling With life. Carrying so much, Under so much pressure, So important, yet… So many, so Does one more Really matter? One more To help carry the burden, Hold everyone and everything Together. It’s just one. So many replacements… Especially if we’re so broken, Shouldn’t we be removed? Aren’t we hurting more Than helping? One little vein. A bleeding, battered Soul. Just one amidst many, But I have to wonder, Looking around, Is anyone more broken Than us? We’re the bruise. ~ Stick 6-12-24 There ya go 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
RoyalBeeMage he/him Posted June 14 Report Share Posted June 14 5 hours ago, Anguished_One said: 2 poems! Hide contents Pebbles I I am the collector of pebbles. I tread across the smooth, Damp sand, Crouching, Picking up the pebbles. Some people, They go after the beautiful, Perfect, Seashells. The picturesque, The flawless. That’s not me. I want the pebbles. Every one different, Every one beautiful in Its uniqueness. Each has its beautiful scars, Marks of a journey, Of suffering, But it makes them no Less valuable. No less beautiful. I pick them up, I have a plan for each one, To help them be seen. Their stories are beautiful, They deserve to be shared. I am the traveler, Dancing, plodding, limping Across the sky, Across countless stories. A star. I am a collector of stories. Each one so beautiful, Part of another journey. I don’t want perfection. I want you. I want your story the way You Tell it to me. I want you to be seen. I need more stories. A collector’s job Is never complete. So let me gather you, Your pieces, Broken, scarred, Pocked by suffering, Let me hold you. You are still Beautiful. It just takes the right kind Of person To see the beauty In a Pebble. Let me hear your Story. Let me tell you About your beauty. You are irreplaceable. I don’t need Your name, or face. But will you share This with me? Tell me a story. Share another pebble. ~ Stick 6-12-24 ^ also in a SU so sorry if you saw it twice Hide contents Veins Stretching blue Beneath taught skin An avenue for Life’s blood, For passion, For hope. Thrumming with The internal Power of the strong; Wrapped around, Up and down, Everywhere throughout The body. Each vessel, Flowing within, It’s own purpose and part. An exit for crimson, An opportunity for pain, But also healing. The mark of a fighter. The scars of wrestling With life. Carrying so much, Under so much pressure, So important, yet… So many, so Does one more Really matter? One more To help carry the burden, Hold everyone and everything Together. It’s just one. So many replacements… Especially if we’re so broken, Shouldn’t we be removed? Aren’t we hurting more Than helping? One little vein. A bleeding, battered Soul. Just one amidst many, But I have to wonder, Looking around, Is anyone more broken Than us? We’re the bruise. ~ Stick 6-12-24 There ya go A maze ing!!! 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Just-A-Stick she/her Posted June 27 Author Report Share Posted June 27 Falling Spoiler Warm, smooth skin, pressed against hers. A sense of safety. A blurry form, hovering in her vision, seemingly just out of reach. Small flashes of pain, soon wiped out by the smoky tendrils pulling her back into the drugged twilight. Low voices, murmuring in the background. Faint beeping and clicking, coming from all around. Cold, yet dry fog, filling and deflating her lungs, tasting of stale air and chemicals. But always, someone close beside her, warm, alive skin against her icey, pale body. Whispered words and hummed lullabies, always just out of her grasp. An overwhelming sense of longing, wishing to be free from the cords binding her arms, holding them down. The panic when she couldn’t move and when she couldn’t feel anything. When she was so cold she thought she’d die, when her skin was pierced with invisible needles, when she wanted to scream, yet couldn’t. Someone was always there. He was always there. She didn’t remember his name, only got blurry snatches of his worried face, but always, his touch was there. Oh, how she wished she was free to climb into his arms. Free to lay her head on his chest, be held by him… Try as she would, she couldn’t leave her drowsy half-lucid state. She drove back her numbness enough to see his face slightly. Strong jaw, firm lips, eyes beautiful, yet so deeply troubled. He spoke and she felt the words float around her head, caress her ears, and send shivers down her spine. His hand came up, brushing a lock of hair off her face. She leaned her head into his fingers, though she could move only centimeters. She stifled a whimper as the movement sent pain rippling through her body. His hand cupped her cheek, fingers swirling over her skin and lighting a fire in her chest. His mouth moved and she heard words, but couldn’t understand them. His brow creased in worry, his face coming nearer to her own. She could feel the weight trying to drag her under again and she fought to resist it, wanting- no needing more time with him. She struggled with her consciousness, breath quickening. She moved her mouth, lips connecting with cold plastic. Her eyes widened as a memory came floating from nowhere. She could see it, could see them. They had forced her into this room, shooting her with something that sent fire through her veins and ice to her throat. The yelling, the plastic jammed between her teeth, the repeated jabbing of needles. The fiery pain. Always the pain. She was hyperventilating now, struggling against the cords that held her in place. He stood, hand leaving her face. He shouted something and another figure appeared, holding a large syringe aloft. She tried to scream but choked, breath coming in cold, sterile gasps. He looked at her, laying a gentle hand on her chest. His eyes were sincere. She… she wanted to obey him. She stopped struggling as something was rammed into her thigh and the grey fog returned. She felt so cold… wishing she could see him again, wishing for those eyes, that hand… she couldn't feel her body anymore. She was weightless, floating away from her body. She felt her breath crystalize in the cold, the ice entering her lungs, freezing her from the inside out. Ice covered her eyelids, her numb fingers, every part of her, inside and out. Then, everything faded completely black. And she knew no more. *bows* 5 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Edema Rue she/her Posted June 27 Report Share Posted June 27 15 minutes ago, Anguished_One said: Falling Reveal hidden contents Warm, smooth skin, pressed against hers. A sense of safety. A blurry form, hovering in her vision, seemingly just out of reach. Small flashes of pain, soon wiped out by the smoky tendrils pulling her back into the drugged twilight. Low voices, murmuring in the background. Faint beeping and clicking, coming from all around. Cold, yet dry fog, filling and deflating her lungs, tasting of stale air and chemicals. But always, someone close beside her, warm, alive skin against her icey, pale body. Whispered words and hummed lullabies, always just out of her grasp. An overwhelming sense of longing, wishing to be free from the cords binding her arms, holding them down. The panic when she couldn’t move and when she couldn’t feel anything. When she was so cold she thought she’d die, when her skin was pierced with invisible needles, when she wanted to scream, yet couldn’t. Someone was always there. He was always there. She didn’t remember his name, only got blurry snatches of his worried face, but always, his touch was there. Oh, how she wished she was free to climb into his arms. Free to lay her head on his chest, be held by him… Try as she would, she couldn’t leave her drowsy half-lucid state. She drove back her numbness enough to see his face slightly. Strong jaw, firm lips, eyes beautiful, yet so deeply troubled. He spoke and she felt the words float around her head, caress her ears, and send shivers down her spine. His hand came up, brushing a lock of hair off her face. She leaned her head into his fingers, though she could move only centimeters. She stifled a whimper as the movement sent pain rippling through her body. His hand cupped her cheek, fingers swirling over her skin and lighting a fire in her chest. His mouth moved and she heard words, but couldn’t understand them. His brow creased in worry, his face coming nearer to her own. She could feel the weight trying to drag her under again and she fought to resist it, wanting- no needing more time with him. She struggled with her consciousness, breath quickening. She moved her mouth, lips connecting with cold plastic. Her eyes widened as a memory came floating from nowhere. She could see it, could see them. They had forced her into this room, shooting her with something that sent fire through her veins and ice to her throat. The yelling, the plastic jammed between her teeth, the repeated jabbing of needles. The fiery pain. Always the pain. She was hyperventilating now, struggling against the cords that held her in place. He stood, hand leaving her face. He shouted something and another figure appeared, holding a large syringe aloft. She tried to scream but choked, breath coming in cold, sterile gasps. He looked at her, laying a gentle hand on her chest. His eyes were sincere. She… she wanted to obey him. She stopped struggling as something was rammed into her thigh and the grey fog returned. She felt so cold… wishing she could see him again, wishing for those eyes, that hand… she couldn't feel her body anymore. She was weightless, floating away from her body. She felt her breath crystalize in the cold, the ice entering her lungs, freezing her from the inside out. Ice covered her eyelids, her numb fingers, every part of her, inside and out. Then, everything faded completely black. And she knew no more. *bows* *applauds* 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Part Of The Narrative she/her Posted June 27 Report Share Posted June 27 21 minutes ago, Anguished_One said: Falling Hide contents Warm, smooth skin, pressed against hers. A sense of safety. A blurry form, hovering in her vision, seemingly just out of reach. Small flashes of pain, soon wiped out by the smoky tendrils pulling her back into the drugged twilight. Low voices, murmuring in the background. Faint beeping and clicking, coming from all around. Cold, yet dry fog, filling and deflating her lungs, tasting of stale air and chemicals. But always, someone close beside her, warm, alive skin against her icey, pale body. Whispered words and hummed lullabies, always just out of her grasp. An overwhelming sense of longing, wishing to be free from the cords binding her arms, holding them down. The panic when she couldn’t move and when she couldn’t feel anything. When she was so cold she thought she’d die, when her skin was pierced with invisible needles, when she wanted to scream, yet couldn’t. Someone was always there. He was always there. She didn’t remember his name, only got blurry snatches of his worried face, but always, his touch was there. Oh, how she wished she was free to climb into his arms. Free to lay her head on his chest, be held by him… Try as she would, she couldn’t leave her drowsy half-lucid state. She drove back her numbness enough to see his face slightly. Strong jaw, firm lips, eyes beautiful, yet so deeply troubled. He spoke and she felt the words float around her head, caress her ears, and send shivers down her spine. His hand came up, brushing a lock of hair off her face. She leaned her head into his fingers, though she could move only centimeters. She stifled a whimper as the movement sent pain rippling through her body. His hand cupped her cheek, fingers swirling over her skin and lighting a fire in her chest. His mouth moved and she heard words, but couldn’t understand them. His brow creased in worry, his face coming nearer to her own. She could feel the weight trying to drag her under again and she fought to resist it, wanting- no needing more time with him. She struggled with her consciousness, breath quickening. She moved her mouth, lips connecting with cold plastic. Her eyes widened as a memory came floating from nowhere. She could see it, could see them. They had forced her into this room, shooting her with something that sent fire through her veins and ice to her throat. The yelling, the plastic jammed between her teeth, the repeated jabbing of needles. The fiery pain. Always the pain. She was hyperventilating now, struggling against the cords that held her in place. He stood, hand leaving her face. He shouted something and another figure appeared, holding a large syringe aloft. She tried to scream but choked, breath coming in cold, sterile gasps. He looked at her, laying a gentle hand on her chest. His eyes were sincere. She… she wanted to obey him. She stopped struggling as something was rammed into her thigh and the grey fog returned. She felt so cold… wishing she could see him again, wishing for those eyes, that hand… she couldn't feel her body anymore. She was weightless, floating away from her body. She felt her breath crystalize in the cold, the ice entering her lungs, freezing her from the inside out. Ice covered her eyelids, her numb fingers, every part of her, inside and out. Then, everything faded completely black. And she knew no more. *bows* *whistles* *appreciation* 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Just-A-Stick she/her Posted June 27 Author Report Share Posted June 27 18 minutes ago, Edema Rue said: *applauds* 10 minutes ago, Part Of The Narrative said: *whistles* *appreciation* 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
RoyalBeeMage he/him Posted June 28 Report Share Posted June 28 2 hours ago, Anguished_One said: Falling Hide contents Warm, smooth skin, pressed against hers. A sense of safety. A blurry form, hovering in her vision, seemingly just out of reach. Small flashes of pain, soon wiped out by the smoky tendrils pulling her back into the drugged twilight. Low voices, murmuring in the background. Faint beeping and clicking, coming from all around. Cold, yet dry fog, filling and deflating her lungs, tasting of stale air and chemicals. But always, someone close beside her, warm, alive skin against her icey, pale body. Whispered words and hummed lullabies, always just out of her grasp. An overwhelming sense of longing, wishing to be free from the cords binding her arms, holding them down. The panic when she couldn’t move and when she couldn’t feel anything. When she was so cold she thought she’d die, when her skin was pierced with invisible needles, when she wanted to scream, yet couldn’t. Someone was always there. He was always there. She didn’t remember his name, only got blurry snatches of his worried face, but always, his touch was there. Oh, how she wished she was free to climb into his arms. Free to lay her head on his chest, be held by him… Try as she would, she couldn’t leave her drowsy half-lucid state. She drove back her numbness enough to see his face slightly. Strong jaw, firm lips, eyes beautiful, yet so deeply troubled. He spoke and she felt the words float around her head, caress her ears, and send shivers down her spine. His hand came up, brushing a lock of hair off her face. She leaned her head into his fingers, though she could move only centimeters. She stifled a whimper as the movement sent pain rippling through her body. His hand cupped her cheek, fingers swirling over her skin and lighting a fire in her chest. His mouth moved and she heard words, but couldn’t understand them. His brow creased in worry, his face coming nearer to her own. She could feel the weight trying to drag her under again and she fought to resist it, wanting- no needing more time with him. She struggled with her consciousness, breath quickening. She moved her mouth, lips connecting with cold plastic. Her eyes widened as a memory came floating from nowhere. She could see it, could see them. They had forced her into this room, shooting her with something that sent fire through her veins and ice to her throat. The yelling, the plastic jammed between her teeth, the repeated jabbing of needles. The fiery pain. Always the pain. She was hyperventilating now, struggling against the cords that held her in place. He stood, hand leaving her face. He shouted something and another figure appeared, holding a large syringe aloft. She tried to scream but choked, breath coming in cold, sterile gasps. He looked at her, laying a gentle hand on her chest. His eyes were sincere. She… she wanted to obey him. She stopped struggling as something was rammed into her thigh and the grey fog returned. She felt so cold… wishing she could see him again, wishing for those eyes, that hand… she couldn't feel her body anymore. She was weightless, floating away from her body. She felt her breath crystalize in the cold, the ice entering her lungs, freezing her from the inside out. Ice covered her eyelids, her numb fingers, every part of her, inside and out. Then, everything faded completely black. And she knew no more. *bows* well done *claping hands* 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Just-A-Stick she/her Posted June 28 Author Report Share Posted June 28 Okay. I wrote a part 2 to Falling (there might be more to come, we'll see!) tagging everyone who replied to part 1 @RoyalBeeMage, @Part Of The Narrative, @Edema Rue and @YouKnowYuno because I think they would like this one :>> Falling (Part 2) Spoiler There was a burst of light. A small golden flower, spiraling into her vision. She opened her eyes, taking a breath. A stab of pain shot through her head and chest simultaneously and she whimpered, wrapping her arms around her torso and curling into a ball, willing the pain to leave. She took small, shallow breaths until the pain in her chest subsided and she was left with a pounding headache. She felt too drained to try and open her eyes again. She let herself go limp, letting the blackness reclaim her. Waking the next time was less painful. Her head still hurt, but not nearly as bad as before. She opened her eyes, looking around herself. She seemed to be lying on a soft bed in one corner of a small, sunny bedroom. She wore a long, cream-colored nightgown that brushed against her skin in soft waves. A thousand questions came to her mind. She didn’t remember how she came to be here. Worry creased her brow as she realized she didn’t even know her own name. Was she alone? She tried to sit up and a sudden dizziness came to her head. She blacked out. . . . Close your eyes, my dear, and dream, Let the stars weave silver seams. In the night you’ll find a way, Where the pain all melts away… She heard the voice, slightly husky, but deep and rich, filling her ears. It seemed… familiar… Rest your head, my sweetest light, I’ll hold you through the longest night, In my arms, you’re safe and warm, Tomorrow’s dawn will bring no harm… As she slowly became aware of herself, she realized that she was enclosed in strong arms. Hear the whispers of the moon, Softly singing you a tune. Feel my love, it’s always near, Guiding you through every fear. There was a heartbeat in her ear, keeping time with the vibrations of the voice. She stayed still, not wanting the voice to stop as the sweet melody caressed her ears, awakening a budding sense of calm that crept through her, unfurling silky petals that soothed away her worries. Rest your head, my sweetest light, I’ll hold you through the longest night, In my arms, you’re safe and warm, Tomorrow’s dawn will bring no harm. Sleep, my love, till morning’s glow, Feel my heart, it beats so slow. Every breath a tender kiss, Dream of love and endless bliss. The song finished and its singer let out a deep breath. She opened her eyes, very slowly, squinting as the light hit them. He looked at her, a smile washing over his face. “You’re awake,” He whispered, brushing a strand of hair from her forehead and letting his finger slide softly down her cheek. Her eyes met his, taking in their warm, brown depths. So gentle… so perfect… She wasn’t sure if she was strong enough to move on her own, and didn’t want to find out. A soft smile stole across her face as a pleasant feeling kindled in her chest and spread throughout her body. “You’ve always been so beautiful…” He whispered, his face coming so close that she could feel his breath on her cheek. She closed her eyes for a moment as his warm lips pressed against her temple. She could feel sparks trailing out from the spot. She shoved down the questions vying for her attention, trying to enjoy the moment. She felt… a nearness with this man. An intimacy as though she had always known him, though she didn’t know his name. And the tender way he held her so close? She didn’t know when she had last felt so safe. Or so… vulnerable. One question of many rose unbidden to her lips. “Wh-her a-am I-i-” Her voice broke off painfully, throat alive with searing pain. She coughed and tears came to her eyes, spilling over to run down her face. Concern flashed through the man’s eyes. “Shhh…” He soothed, reaching over for a mug of liquid sitting nearby. “Drink first.” He supported her head and brought the mug to her lips. She took a hesitant sip and found a warm, floral-tasting tea that eased her throat as she swallowed. At an encouraging nod from the man, she sipped at the beverage, indulging in its sweet relief until it was gone. She felt a bit of strength return to her tired body. “Better?” He asked, still in a whisper. She nodded, not trusting herself to speak just yet. She closed her eyes, resting them for a moment. I’m still so weak… A shiver rippled through her as a sudden chill found her. “You must be tired still.” He said to her, smoothing back her long, blonde ringlets and sending another shiver throughout her- this one having nothing to do with temperature. She felt the soft cotton of his shirt against her neck as he spoke again. “You need to rest. You’ve had quite the ordeal.” She wanted to ask what had happened, who she was, and why she couldn't remember anything, but she couldn't get her mouth to open. A sudden image of hard plastic flashed through her brain, quick and sharp as an arrow, and she cringed, body jolting. “Hey, hey…” He scooted backward a little on the bed, leaning against the headboard and settling her head against his shoulder. “It’s okay, shhh… you’re safe here. I’ve got you.” She nodded, relaxing as the image passed and a blanket, smelling of chamomile and lavender, was pulled over the two of them. She let her head slip down, face resting in the crook of his neck. His skin was warm and inviting, and he smelled faintly of fresh air and trees. He stroked her hair, humming softly as sleep and a respite from her questions, stole her away again. *cackles* i HaVe A pLaN!!!!! 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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