⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ᅠ 𝔢┄irͥᵉⁿē. ⠀ ⠀

&.    i’ll go ask your sister then. (; considering you’re up now.     

&.    WOW

&.    mskdkdkdkdkd

      ⠀ID:  ⟮ @palfreys ⟯ 
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            *to what worldly custom could she possibly conform now? this transcendent experience is entirely beyond her mortal control. in the midst of that slow, agonizingly beautiful torture, she inhales deeply, catching the sharp, sacred scent of juniper circling the air. a sudden, breathless laughter spills from her lips. inclining her body forward, she reaches up and tangles her fingers into the thick, warm hair at the base of wülfric's neck.* 
            
            i love you.  *she swears the confession tears from her lips three consecutive times [..] once in a sharp intake of breath, twice in that rush of ecstatic laughter, and the third? the final declaration is delivered when her mouth, parched of thirst, meets the intoxicating warmth of his lips in a kiss that feels entirely spiritual, a transcendent fusion of their individual spirits rather than a mere physical touch. she dissolves completely into him, anchoring herself against the immense breadth of his chest and the fierce, rigid strength of his legs pressing flush against her own. she can no longer separate her tears from her laughter; it is a total entrenchment of two distinct souls forging a single entity. cupping his face with both hands, she lets the fleeting, overwhelming tenderness pour through her fingertips, even as she feels the physical floor entirely slip away beneath them.*
            
            i—i can’t,    *she breathes against his mouth, her pulse hammering like a wild thing, her eyes beautifully glazed with surrender.*
            
            /  i felt dizzy, in a shambles of utter drunkenness, excited, freaking exhilarated, butterflies swarmed inside me and i think i felt my soul merge in this????????? pls, like kiss her already, my soul has never never yearned, burned and hurt for characters this much. now now u listen to the song i sent you ! i loved yours, it was so miri coded!

      ⠀ID:  ⟮ @palfreys ⟯ 
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            mizizi.    *a soft, fractured cry escapes her lips, though it carries no trace of bitter tears. instead, a profound, sacred weight accompanies the movement of their dance. her voice softens to an exquisite velvet silk, melting like rich chocolate into the space between them. though her hands are held fast, she no longer feels trapped; she has willingly surrendered to becoming a vessel for this cosmic /fulfillment./ she bears her gaze directly into the raw intensity of his expression, feeling herself drawn forward by invisible, holy strings. the presence steering her steps is no longer merely a man, but a sovereign spirit animating the very air they breathe. miri feels the cool, willful glide of his fingertips press against the sensitive nape of her neck. as he lowers her backward, her head lolls into the dip, cradled by the rhythmic, sweeping lullaby of the orchestration. from that dazed vantage point, as her eyes lift toward the vault of the ceiling, he is all she can see.his spoken words are pure soul, a testament of profound, fiercely protective tenderness. the single, immalleable look he gives her is /enough/ to shatter her defenses, instantly filling the hollow, cavernous wasteland that had defined her life for so long. it is the definitive gaze of love. caught in the center of his tempest, she surrenders entirely to the smaller, quiet reverie of her own spirit as it is carried aloft by the roaring winds of his passion. miri tightens her grip on his shoulders. her physical form simply bows to the majesty of the moment, utterly unable to resist the heaving currents of his emotion. his words infuse the very marrow of her bones, and she drinks the depth of his devotion like a starving soul. he is her sanctuary; he is her protector. a soft, breathless sound leaves her as she silently prays that anyone bearing witness to this dance would understand its holy gravity. or perhaps only God knows the truth of it.*

      ⠀ID:  ⟮ @palfreys ⟯ 
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            *her nose brushes against his, and for a fleeting second, the entire universe stills. the blunt finality of his words strikes her like a violent splintering of ancient timber. reaching up, her fingers dig desperately into the dark, heavy wool of his tuxedo jacket as a trapped breath hatches in her throat before she finally releases it. she can no longer fight the vertiginous storm churning deep within her chest. it happens in a breathless blur [..] the sudden, metallic gleam of gold catches the periphery of her vision, followed immediately by the cool, heavy weight of the chain settling against her collarbones. yet, wülfric remains completely unyielding in his gravity. as her hand rises instinctively to touch the metal, she is pulled completely into his orbit, the iridescent blazer of ballroom lights spinning into a dizzying kaleidoscope around them.what does a soul truly perceive when consumed by love? the entire physical world dissolves behind them, reduced to nothing but an irrelevant backdrop as she is swept into a tempest she can scarcely comprehend——not now, and certainly not in the long, desolate stretch of the past seventeen years. her breath belongs entirely to her own racing heart, but her feet, anchored and guided by the unshakeable steel of wülfric’s movement, glide across the floor like a dove catching a slipstream. miri sees only /Him./ she is lost in the cold, cavernous grey of his gaze, completely transfixed by the subtle movement of his lips. it feels as though destiny itself has surrendered its grudge against her; across all those years of agonizing, quiet yearning, she has never once been the sole focus of his formidable attention. until this exact moment. the floor beneath them [..] whether it was pink marble, polished granite, or some otherworldly stone becomes entirely meaningless as she steps in perfect, instinctual harmony with his stride.*

    ⠀ID:  ⟮ @palfreys⟯ 
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            *if only, she thinks to herself and looks away, shame settling deep in the pit of her belly.*   go away, wülfric. somewhere far. somewhere where my /mizizi/ went, along with my letters.   
            
            *her face turns to him again, holding his gaze for the longest time ever. where words like this ought to have made her feel guilty, or something, miri feels nothing [..] just the weight of her /unreciprocated/ love sitting heavily. she looks at him as if for the last time. there wasn’t a time in her life where she hadn’t loved him. every ugly part of her, the wounded and the broken, had chosen him despite knowing she couldn’t. but there was this thing [..] it just wasn’t enough. the friendship, the hours spent together in family gatherings, dancing together. there were many instances, all of which had sat inside her soul. but each had been innocent of its longing, and this time, the mortal that she was felt the crashing weight drown her spirit.*
            
            *miri moves, but her foot slips, and a gasp sounds. maybe this is the breaking, because this time her tears don’t come [..] they swallow her, and her soul weeps with a silent /prayer/ unheard.*
            
            /  God.. writing this wrecked my soul

⠀ID:  ⟮ @palfreys⟯ 
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            *the forest pressed close, thick with cedar and rain. below, the columbia river shimmered like a blade, silver and restless. mist curled around the ledge where she stood, the air heavy with petrichor and memory. every drop that touched her skin felt like a ghost of summer, a whisper of the sea her father loved.*
            
            *the pain, a wound so ceaseless, never bleeds for the soul. it wrecks only the inside, carved out by words, actions and betrayal. but there is a point, an ending when this pain meets its destined place. for her, it’s this. her footsteps, moving one over the other, catch against the failing rain. she raises her face to the soft drops. how they melt against her cheek, and she shuts her eyes, drawing out his voice. the sound of her father’s voice drifts in and out, and somewhere in the far back of her mind her brother laughs. she can feel tugging at her hair, and it almost draws a sharp gasp from her lips. but her eyes aren’t filled with tears; they’re exhausted. she can feel the molten swell of the orbs in her skull. miri shakes her head and smacks at wülfric’s hand.*
            
            go away. i’m busy talking to my father.     *the words leave her without so much as a hint of feeling. but they’re all coiled inside. and the worst part is [..] it’s him. the inability to express the deepest wound /festering/ inside her. miri lifts her gaze to the river and lets out a sigh. the river looks stunning, almost too mesmerizing, as if the ripple of its restless water was meant for her. she remembers all the times her father took her to the beach, and many summers spent there with him, wülfric, and their families. miri stills, looks down, then meets his gaze. the steel grey, the lovely swirl of grey. his prominent cheeks, the lush thickness of his lashes, the straight nose with a sharper edge at the end. she’s pulled by it, the soulful hum dancing in them, and in his beautiful lips.*

&.      oh no.        it completely slipped my mind that despite the 3 years of writing rurik. i never got the chance to have him deal with his grief. ah, this is wonderful. stunningly, crazily. i’m gonna lose my head.              i was NOT anticipating this interaction to /head/ in that direction and that’s going to hurt far more than it does with wülfric.     GOODBYE. ): 

  &.       remember what i said about orthogonal timeline? well, this /exactly/ it. (;  our interaction bout to get even better where both of them can deal with their past traumas & etc. 

        ⠀ID:  ⟮ @balpyre ⟯ 
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            *miri breaks into a fit of giggles. the book in her hands slips onto the grass as she jumps to her feet and sprints across the lawn. rowan tears away on unsteady little legs, leaving muddy footprints everywhere.*   where did he get mud all over himself?
            
            *she darts around him and isla, spreading her arms wide to cut off his escape.*   get him. i’ll block his path.
            
            /    LMFAO ignore the way i accidentally tagged kal in this thread 

 (  T  ) :   ‘cute,   aren’t   you?   you   can’t   save   a   man   who   chose   to   damn   himself,   my   sweet   girl.’

⠀⠀⠀    ⠀⠀[⠀⠀⠀    sweet spill of her laughter melted the wax of solid confinement inside his chest. the rush of it, o’ mighty Lord. he felt it flare in his gaze, and he lowered his head to press his lips to her temple. one of his hands moved to cup the back of her head, holding her tightly against him, while his left hand fastened tighter around the bar. wülfric was used to the pull of gravity, and he met it with a rush of striking adrenaline. his body reacted before thought, moving in rhythm with her breath as the ride spun. if words could measure it, it would be how effortlessly she made him feel weightless, how even the sound of his name on her lips unsettled him in ways he didn’t fight. ⠀⠀⠀    ⠀]
            
            &.    ikr.     2am ideas are the best lol

      ⠀ID:  ⟮ @palfreys ⟯ 
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            *the spin wheel carries them with such speed. she fails to hold her own weight against the force pulling her down, and just like that, the world outside the ride blurs as it throws them into motion. gravity drags her back and she collapses against his chest. miri digs her fingers into his shoulders, burying her face in his neck. this. /God./ this is the closest thing to heaven she has ever had the chance of experiencing. the hard plane of his chest, the way she melts into him, the ride spinning until her thoughts go loose and laughter spills out of her. she feels /intoxicated/, and suddenly years of bitterness melt away.*   w—wülfric. my hands are slipping.  
            
            *miri chokes the words out as the ride tilts again, threatening to throw her back. the scent of dusk wood fills her senses, pulling her into a haze of something almost like drunkenness. her eyes shut instinctively and she clings tighter against him, her breath faltering.*
            
            /  the ( m )  i let out ??? the details bruv the details were pure magic 

@palfreys 
            
            /  i loved the Ferris Wheel moment, its too good yaar n no rush! i'm headed to my first class ); but  fuck it, i'll type a reply in between

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            *pulling her arm away the second he catches it, she spins and reaches for his hand. the moment her palm touches his, searing heat fizzes, crackling like a spark. it makes her tongue go loose in her mouth, and miri tugs him forward. she is glad for the shade here, but even more for the heels that give her the extra two inches needed to match his height. without them, her head barely reaches his chest. but she never takes moments like this for granted. she pushes him back against one of the display tables. roses of different kinds spill across it, their petals bright beneath the afternoon light. miri glances aside, catching sight of the aisle leading deeper into the nursery, toward rows of different plants and flowers. then her gaze returns to him. her eyes dip briefly to his mouth, and the steel of his silver grey eyes makes her stomach churn with excitement.*
            
            you’re the worst when it comes to catching hints. or maybe you like pretending, so that way my answers become more indulgent. but whatever it is, i actually hate it. i don’t—    *she sighs, realizing she’s rambling. giving a quick glance over her shoulder, she curses and leans forward, crossing the invisible line she keeps drawing between them. the second her lips brush his, she pulls back again. seared. it is the same. no, better. /oh, / God. miri’s mouth purses. then her brows knit together. releasing him, she throws her hands into the air.*     great. just great. i don’t know /how/ to kiss you. bloody hell, i’m doomed.  *she lets out a soft cry of frustration, lowering her voice. but before she can say anything else, she freezes.*

⠀⠀⠀    ⠀⠀⠀[⠀⠀⠀    there it was. that defiant ring of rebellion, courtly dancing in the rift-fold of her sharp words. she moved fast between the aisle, and he lost her the second he turned, giving a brief glance over his shoulder. wülfric’s pride to hold back out of sheer honour as a man turned violent in itself. ⠀⠀⠀    ⠀]
            
            ⠀⠀⠀    ⠀⠀ ⠀why not? ⠀⠀⠀⠀[⠀⠀⠀    ⠀he mused, lowering his voice so it would reach her. his eyes dropped to the footsteps left by her heels. he caught her again in the briefest glimpse of her elbow, and he reached without hesitation, despite his earlier attempt to stay back. his fingers locked around the back of her elbow, and he let her pull him forward, moving deeper beneath the shade of red maple trees. the tall rows gave them cover for now, but a quick glance at his wristwatch told him more people would start arriving soon. ⠀⠀⠀  ] ⠀⠀⠀    ⠀⠀ ⠀slow down.

      ⠀ID:  ⟮ @palfreys ⟯ 
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            pick whatever i want?   *eyeing him wearily, she turns her head. slowly watching him take a step back, and that. that snag of amusement right there makes her gasp inwardly. it spoils her entire plan. did he see through her already? miri lets a frown curl her lips, following his gaze over his shoulder. a few familiar faces move through the crowd, but that is it. this is the first time she has been here with him. there is no way anyone else they know from town could /possibly/ want to shop here of all places for plants. she lets out a soft, irritated groan and turns back sharply, the base of her heel grating against the damp ground.*
            
            you know what, i change my mind. i don’t want lilies. or dahlias. or lavender.   *she turns away. her footsteps carry her through the nursery aisles until she fortifies herself among the tall rows of pine trees and red maples. irritation seeps into the quirk of her mouth as she looks here and there without purpose, distracted.*
            
            /  psp <3