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For the describe me as a character ask: Ember
if i touch her hand, she
pulls away, almost as if i’ve burned her and yet
i’ve learned to stroke an ember, you wait patiently
feeding her with gentle love
with kind words
with sticks and stones that don’t break bones
and
reaching out with palm face up, letting her fingers
tickle my palm lines
letting her draw the story of us with our mingled lifelines
with us.
Lenora Rose
she sleeps like a little seed sleeps under permafrost, waiting to bloom into shining light. winter winds blow, but for now, she’ll rest until spring welcomes her with renewed love.
For the Di scribe me like a book character- I am fith with either Diana or Bane ^_^
her footsteps are moonbeams kissing still water, the void perfectly quiet as her exhale fosters creations into the air. terrifying creatures from away, but have hearts made of flame.
the water ripples as she walks, ever slow, ever sure as darkness claims the earth as the sun sleeps.
trees trail behind her, swallowing her path as dragons search the nothingness to help find new land for somethingness.
(somethingness can only come from nothingness)
