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PlutoI am driftingPluto by KAboomSLICE
amongst crowds of stars.
No light is cast my way any more.
No shooting stars.
If these ravens weren't here to caw
in the hollows where I rest,
then I would surely drown.
eventidenebulas scattered across my window's iris.eventide by KAboomSLICE
ink circles the middle; pupil.
stars are lashes like lightning in my midday.
it's getting late.
NeedsDae sat quietly at Auron's side, staring at the clock. Looking around, he could understand the fear that came with hospitals; too much white and too much clean. White made him nervous. Clean made him sick. Knowing Dae, he'd probably leave here looking worse off than all the patients combined.Needs by KAboomSLICE
'Oh my god,' Fallow muttered.
'Oh shit. Auron? Fuck. Wake up.'
Fallow saw a note on the bed, quickly scrawled in black pen. He read it and froze.
'Please, please wake up. Fuck, do something, Fallow!'
He placed his hand on top of Auron's wrist and felt the blood pulsing against his fingertips. This made him smile just as much as it used to. Auron's blood was familiar and safe. Sometimes he wanted nothing more than to know that pulse was there. To make sure that Auron was still alive.
Hearing it on the monitor wasn't the same. He had to feel it.
'I love you,' Dae muttered.
He leant his head against Auron's knee, trying to laugh. He felt like an idio
Lying, Cheating Harlot“I have issues.”Lying, Cheating Harlot by UntamedUnwanted
“That’s a revelation.”
“No. Seriously. I have issues.”
“All right. I’ll bite. What’s going on?”
“I don’t think I’m ever going to find someone who’ll love me.”
“What? Why're you looking at me like that?”
“You aren’t serious, right?”
“I am glad my pain makes you so incredulous.”
“All right, let me try this again. If you can't find someone who loves you, who am I to you?”
“Don’t answer that. That was rhetorical. I am the girl who spends hours huddled in a corner of a library, trying to find what you love the most about Marlowe, just so I can write you a poem worthy of Shakespeare. I’ve made books my lovers, hours my enemies and you the only story.”
“You do that for-”
“I am the girl who will split her fingers in two and let the ink fall on pages and p