Ezelle Solmaz.

𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥. 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬: @AuntOfAMenace, @ShadowOfVirtue. 𝙎𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙗𝙖𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙛𝙛 @SonOfAMenace’𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨.

I can't wait to keep reading, to know more about everything you. Una obra de arte, eso es lo que eres. Permiteme quedarme en tu mundo un poco más.

Now I am feeling for you, the life that has used you and spent you in minutes of pain and loss. Every second with him though, it feels like you remember to breathe, live again. It is not as natural even so, and I remember the forbidden sensation at the beginning of it all. --

you have always supposed to be. ". . . my elbows loose, fingers relaxed, the same way I had once stood at a hospital bedside, at a graveside, at the edge of too many things I couldn’t stop from ending. I stood like I always had — steady, present, not expecting to be seen." --

"He looked at me the way a man might look at something he’d once dreamed about, then forgotten — until it stood before him again, real and wrong and exactly as he remembered." I need a moment. Yet you keep trying to hold it in, keep it together. The picture-perfect being --

I shall make my life's objective to take the pen away from your hand, because what is this way you are describing him. . Stone in water. He is devastating to pieces the composure you started with, the role, the facade you have been living with your whole life. --

with you in the moment, in the scene that should not belong to us. Now, who is this man, really? The way he is, the way the world seems to change to fit him. It is certainly someone that is not meant to be ignored; quite in the contrary, his sole presence demands attention. --

You would do about everything for that person, even go to the fitting of a wedding dress for the day that is supposed to be the happiest of her life, but you know it is not. "He was there already. I saw him before he turned." Que momento. My heart skipped a beat, I am caught --

And I'm aware of my reputation; I'm not someone that speaks of feelings at all, but I know a thing or two about the kind of bond that is unbreakable. Definitely not talking about @/shadowofvirtue (Espero que las flamas te estén quemando hasta el nombre que dejaste, hermanita) --

Esvet; even mentioning her name is sadness caught in my throat, difficult to swallow. There's desperation in her silence, I know. Oh silence, I find nothing worse than the complete void in which your worst fears grow, so much more when coming from a person you love. --

there's something else. It clings to the skin like a sin; more than just a memory. It feels forbidden to entertain the feeling of it for a breath. The name of the place is not the song you sing, Elzé, but your heart beats to it in every tone of blue. Why? --

The scenery you are drafting, carefully drawing, painting in my mind is exquisite. "This was no ordinary atelier." I am drawn to the way you describe the pieces, even feel the silk between my fingers. But you aren't intentionally romancing me into the details of them, --

The beginning, I am not even finished with the first paragraph, and already breathing uneasy, @Devilleuse . . The tone you set from the start is unsettling. Something is off, how your air feels not your own. Something is missing, and how unfazed you try to move about it. --

Que hambrienta por una buena historia que estaba! Live reactions to this work of art incoming.