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Pauleen Vernon
Pauleen Vernon Dec 5 '18
If only a song could save someone drowning.
Pauleen Vernon
Pauleen Vernon Dec 6 '18
Fingers laced, ear to chest, calloused fingers combing through blonde locks, and uninterrupted silence. She could live here in this moment, frozen in time, when hope was a thrumming in her breast, a tingling in her stomach, and an afterglow in the arms of another. Golden eyes surveyed his strong jawline, the subtle scar along the underside of his chin, and the curvature of his nostrils. He was forbidden, and perfect. She knew that the way his gaze traced the ceiling was the physical manifestation of counting down time in his head. The idle drumming of his finger along her shoulder blades was a metronome to underline the sweet melodies he strung together and presented her, a gift preceding, during, and following their fallacy. She was in love, and he was not. He was performing, and she chose to remain blissfully ignorant for as long as he would allow.
Pauleen Vernon
Pauleen Vernon Dec 7 '18

Quote from Caedun when i see you
You are the reason for everything. The motivation to opening my eyes, the purpose for each drawn breath. You are where my life truly began, and the battle that will see it's end. I've counted down each day, hour, minute, millisecond between our moments together. I've planned each visit out to the letter and abandoned them all when your will lead us astray. I memorize each lesson you teach me and hope that you've retained some of my knowledge as well. You are love, the only one worthy of such a word, emotion, act. I will fight to ensure nothing ill ever befalls you, that you are met with every ounce of happiness you deserve. Every time I see you, that is the best day of my life.
Pauleen Vernon
Pauleen Vernon Dec 15 '18

Seated upon her stool, she clutched an ever-flowing glass of wine that met her lips more than the top of the bar. Her golden gaze surveyed the tavern, settling on a mess of fiery red hair and the scarred Blood Knight attached. Flirtatious giggles rang through the dining room, produced by a revolving door of patrons. Pink hues dotted cheeks, whispers lingered on the napes of necks, and subtle brushes of fingers tempted sensitive areas. The stool embraced her tighter with the growing hours, her glass never emptying fully and her buzz happily maintained. She appeared indifferent even as she wasted the day away watching him baby his vice as she did her own. Addicts the both of them, neither equipped to handle their emotions and both as fiercely avoidant. The conga line of women would die down, the tender would eventually cut her off, and she'd no doubt find herself trading her vice for his with him in command. For the remainder of the evening she was his, and in the morning her safety blanket of indifference would return.

Yssadora Skysinger
Yssadora Skysinger Dec 17 '18
"Pick the fights you can win, remember your goals, and do nothing that does not further them."
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