LONGING PROVOKES ALONG THE BORDERS OF MADNESS. it's all-encompassing, worn as a suffocating shroud in hues of lavender and adorning silver. she had thought, perhaps she had been so clear in intentions. how ichor beheld him above the stars and ethereal lights of valinor, flush tinged upon her cheeks, smile radiant and aching. ❛ how? ❜ celebrían has never been the sort that riles to anger, every building sort of frustration is swallowed down for her part. violence has never consumed her, at once in youth she stumbled across a fallen doe and wept for three days hence. ire does not settle so easily in her bones yet, STARVATION manifested by the cruellest hand of yearning has unfastened the ties of desperation.
❛ how am i to know if you do not tell me? ❜ a step towards him, delicate hands wrung together, threadbare nerves trembling to the surface of parted lips. the songbird would sort through the wreckage of guilt when lamentations were through. could he not know? did he not understand? could he not see the starlight reflected in her eyes every time she lingered upon him? DEVOTED PATRON TO THE TEMPLE OF HIS FËA. spring's fervent storm catches in her throat, it colours her tone in anguish, and it glistens in gilded gaze. ❛ elrond. please. ❜ piety ignited on a pyre, his beauty which haunts endless nights of fitful sleep.
celebrían soothes along the juncture of her collar and throat to no reprieve. jagged hitch to every breath. ❛ i think of nothing and no one else. i am beyond how any poet has ever compared what it means or feels to love someone. ❜ barely scratched upon the surface of her psyche. ❛ if you do not feel the same- ❜ she fractures there at the mere notion. overwhelmed and cradled palm to sternum, heart upon her sleeve plunging to the ground and landing at her herald's feet. silver veil of hair turns with her frame, away from him, composing the urge to crumble to the marbled floor. her nails notched into the carved edge of a mallorn desk.
❛ forgive me. ❜
❛ if only you knew how i feel about you. ❜ @elr0nds