Mellifluous
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Ongoing5m
Last published Fri, Jun 12, 2015
Mellifluous: (adj.) Something that is smooth and flowing
Everything about him was angelic, Xael loved everything about him. From his smooth voice, to his sparkling dark blue eyes, to his bony musician's hands. He was the epitome of romance.
Everything about her was rough, Elian adored everything about her. From her broken sentences, to her dull eyes, to her dry cuticles. She was the outline of a wreck.
They fit together, they completed each other. Their love was admired by everyone, yet hated by everyone. They filled the broken cracks that each of them contained. They healed each other in a way that was ethereal. They were two broken souls that depended on the other. One touch and you could break them, yet they flowed and moved together like molasses.
They were mellifluous.
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