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𝐵𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑎 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑎𝑒𝑠𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑁𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝐼 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑢𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑎 𝑝𝑜𝑙𝑙 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝘩𝑖𝑐𝘩 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑢𝑦𝑠 𝑔𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑠, 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝘩𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑣𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑣𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑠.

● 𝐷𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑎𝑐𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑎☕

● 𝐿𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡 𝑎𝑐𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑎 🕯️

● 𝑅𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑐 𝑎𝑐𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑎 🪞

● 𝐶𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑒 🧺

● 𝐸𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝑎𝑒𝑠𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑐🧚🏻‍♀️

● 𝐶𝑜𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒 𝑎𝑒𝑠𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑐 🎀

● 𝐶𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑛 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙 𝑎𝑒𝑠𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑐 ☁️

● 𝐺𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑐𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑎🍀

● 𝑅𝑜𝑦𝑎𝑙 𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑒 👑

● 𝑆𝑡𝑒𝑚 𝑎𝑐𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑎 🔭

● 𝐵𝑎𝑑𝑑𝑖𝑒 𝑎𝑒𝑠𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑐 💅🏼

𝑆𝑜 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑡𝘩 𝑜𝑓 𝑀𝑎𝑦 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑛𝑢𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑁𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑎𝑐𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑎 𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑡 𝘩𝑎𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝘩𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑣𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑠, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑒𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠 𝑖𝑡. °𓏲⋆🌿.

𝐿𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑙𝑙: https://www.tumblr.com/a-lady-and-her-quill/781024127509299200/hey?source=share

𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔞 𝔯𝔲𝔩𝔢𝔯 𝔴𝔥𝔬𝔰𝔢 𝔟𝔯𝔬𝔴 𝔦𝔰 𝔩𝔞𝔦𝔡 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔯𝔫, 𝔰𝔪𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔬𝔦𝔩 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔇𝔞𝔳𝔦𝔡'𝔰 𝔟𝔬𝔶, 𝔬𝔥 𝔩𝔢𝔦-𝔬𝔥 𝔩𝔞𝔦-𝔬𝔥 𝔏𝔬𝔯𝔡 ⋆｡˚♬ﾟ. ㅤ

Golden child, Lion boy; Tell me what it's like to conquer. Fearless child, Broken boy; Tell me what it's like to burn.

—oh darling, even Rome fell // p.s.

One Last Dance- Part 2

Requested by @queenofautumn​

I’m sorry this took me some time to write. I was very busy with my school lately.

Read part 1 here

We escaped to the nearest wood, hand in hand. I remembered how we used to dance in the dark wood casting all our fears aside. I felt the same kind of fearlessness took over me.

We sat down. I looked him in the eyes and asked, “how are we alive after all this years?”

“Can’t you tell?” he came closer and rested his hand in mine.

It felt like the force of our loves had diminished the inevitability of death and death couldn’t part us. I knew it. I felt sure about it.

“We’re reborn” he began in a whisper, slowly rising the voice by each syllable, “just to be together.”

“And this time,” said I, “no one can stop us.”

One Last Dance

"Can I have a dance?"

A man with a pitch black mask covering the upper half of his face asked me. His face was very pale and his lips were thin.

Looking in his twinkling dark eyes, I felt like I've seen them before.

"But I can't dance." I said.

I wouldn’t have come to the ball if it weren’t themed as a Victorian London one. There is something I find really interesting about the Victorian era.

"Oh Darling!" the man said with a charming smile, "Let me take the lead."

This time I knew for sure I’ve heard that same voice saying the exact same word, “Darling!”

Unconsciously I gave my hands to his. We moved to the dance floor. He put his hand behind my back and pulled me closer.

I was oblivious to my surrounding. The only thing I was looking at was his pitch black eyes. The lights reflected in them as we move along the music. Hours after hours past. But we did not stop. I could not remember when was the last time I felt that much happy. We laughed, we danced and kept staring at each other’s eyes.

A sudden flashback cross my mind. I was dancing with my beloved surrounded by the dark woods. Our laughs were the only sound we could hear.

I pulled away and gasped, “You’re him.”

He came closer to me and whispered, “And you’re her, my mellilla.”

Read Part 2 Here