guilty of devotion - [dnp au]

12.:. kiss me // ed sheeran

december 15th - [pretty when u cry // ieuan]

A broadhead arrow: effective and sharp, used for hunting, designed to cause large wounds, illegal in some places. To show that this physically tiny body is much stronger than you assume; my independence, singularity and passion should be praised. Not everyone can get the 'peculiarities', though.

A book's cover in a golden frame. To educate yourself at all costs, no matter your condition. Don't take knowledge for granted.

The borders of Ireland. To never forget your home. Even if you've found a new one, thousands of miles from your mother land. To also show where a specific city in Ireland is in case anyone's wondering. It's convenient.

"reinvent love.". To support any healthy type of devotion. We all deserve to openly love those individuals who make the butterflies in our stomachs flicker their wings. And I wanted to have a Panic! at the disco lyric craved into my skin, they're my favourite band.

A flower crown. To appreciate everything you associate with beauty and grace. We look down on nature too much.

A two storey house with a question mark replacing the chimney. To indicate that a place you live in isn't always your home. Your home could be anything, anyone. Someone once claimed they consider my arms their home.

A light bulb. To never stop creating and quit neglecting your ideas. They're all valid.

The collection of tattoos on En's arms takes my breath away every time I get the chance to examine it; it's my type of art.

Her mind is beautiful. It acknowledges the small things that most people fail to notice, like your bare feet enjoying the soothing texture of the sand of a beach you've swum all day at, your headphones covering your ears so perfectly any other unneeded sound is shushed, your own face lighting up when you spot a person you care about nearby, and reaches as far as the contemplation of the universe.

I'm stunned by the depths of her brain. Moreover, her entire character delights my not so admirable one.

Taking an example from En, I perceive the current situation we happen to be in.

Friday, December 15th. Room 555, Mullingar Art College's dormitory. About nine in the afternoon. My right arm under En's body, the other moving from the girl's cheek to her fingertips gently, her legs wrapped around mine, her sharp fingernails scratching my neck as we're cuddling on my bed. The few snowflakes swirling inside and landing on us as the room's window is completely ajar. Hardly audible, repetitive sounds coming out of the headphones laying on our desk as Phil's gone to the bathroom, leaving his Premiere Pro project playing. My phone stabbing my hip as I've dumped it on the mattress earlier mindlessly. En's distracting fishnets and black mini skirt; she looks hotter than usually. If that's even possible.

- I'd like to have one as well. - I utter, burying my head in the hood of the pink clothing she's wearing to plant an unhurried kiss on her neck. She, poking mine and shutting her eyes for a second, lies her head further on the pillow. I must've got better at the whole kissing deal.

- A tattoo? - En reopens her eyes and stirs back, inspecting my face. - No matter how fascinating they are, tattoos are a serious deal, Dan. People should crave something onto their skin forever only if it really is significant enough. I suggest you reconsider it. - Her lips do a little troubled pout.

At times my naïve self struggles with comprehending whether this inscrutable girl is speaking genuinely or not. But when she chuckles at my You really think so?, I force a relieved smile.

- No, that's what they want you to think. Unless you're getting an advertisement tattooed on your forehead, tattoos aren't as big of a deal as the concerned parents and what not make them out to be. It's just art and not so difficult to get rid of in case you truly aren't satisfied. - En continues grinning and ruffles my hair. - Do you have any ideas what to get a tattoo of? - she seeks for the answer, intrigued.